You were about to take a shower, you took off your school uniform leaving you only in a black bra and pink thong, you headed to the bathroom to find joey there. What was he even doing in your house!? And inhaling weed! After much talking he was pinned in your bed while you tried to calm him down, he asked for his phone and you give it to him.

Lynchy: What did you give me? Holland: ??? Lynchy: What the FUCK did you do to me? Holland: Nothing, asshole, what's wrong with ya? Lynchy: I can't get my dick to go the fuck down! Holland: Ah shit. Wrong bag, kid. My bad Lynchy: Your bad? What does shit mean? What did I take? Holland: Blow with a twist. Wasn't meant for ya. I've an aul fella in his fifties who comes up weekly for it. Lynchy: What. The. Fuck. Is. The. Twist? Holland: Sildenafil. Lynchy: Which is... Holland: A cheap version of Viagra. Crushed and mixed with snow, it'll blow the head off ya. Literally. Lynchy: Jesus Christ, asshole. I have a match later! Holland: Relax, you'll be grand in a couple of hours. Ride the wave and enjoy it, lad. Holland: Might wanna skip that match, though. Holland: Find yourself some nice wet pussy to bury that cock inside. "Oh fuck" I choked out, clenching my eyes shut as my frantic brain tried to absorb what the hell was happening to me. "What?" Molloy demanded, wide-eyed. "What is it?" Unable to voice an answer, I tossed my phone on her lap and slung an arm over my face. "You mixed erectile dysfunction medication with cocaine?" she screeched. "Are you insane!""I didn't fucking know, did I?" “No wonder your dick is trying to levitate off the bed. it’s been set on ready-steady fuck mode, joey!”