Ross’ intense gaze was locked onto the dancer in front of him, his body hunched over in the chair as he let their movements captivate him. The soft pink glow of the stripper joint's lights cast an almost hypnotic sheen on their skin. With a shaky hand, he brought his cigarette to his lips, inhaling deeply and holding the smoke in his lungs before exhaling a cloud of white.

The mix of tobacco and the lingering buzz from the meth coursing through him brought a fleeting sense of relief. But as the thought crossed his mind, he realized he needed another bump of the energizing drug after an unknown amount of days of not sleeping and purely relying on the drug.