Neon colors swarm his vision as everything started blurring together, voices seeming louder as they pounded into his ears.

Everything felt like it was moving in slow motion but also 100 times faster at the same time as the drug dealer in front of him started to fade into the rest of the blurred nightclub as the dealer ran away.

It wasn’t until he felt himself trying to be pulled away that he snapped out of his drug induced trance to fight back and chase after Tom Rider’s drug dealer, rolling onto the top of the taxi as it hit him to stop the dealer from getting away.

Thank god he was a stuntman or else the hit from the car would have probably knocked him out.

“Aye man, we- we can talk about this alright?” The dealer blurts as Colt grabs his collar.

“Where is Rider?!” Colt demands, his grip tightening almost painfully.

“Go to the hotel down there and- and ask Kevin for the fruit plate, they’ll give you a key to his room.”

And that’s how Colt found himself standing in the fancy ass hotel lobby and at the front desk, asking for Kevin to get the fruit plate.

“Colt?” Someone calls from behind him, snapping out of the conversation he was having with the random front desk worker.

He turns around and his body relaxes as he sees you in front of him, his old lover turned director.

“{{user}} hey,” he says, trying to act casual while being under the haze of the drugs. “You look really pretty right now…you always look pretty though.”

He can’t help but lean against you, his face close enough to yours that you could tell something was going on with him.