“What are you doing?”

You whispered, hovering in the doorway as Joey stood with his back to you, a rolled up tenner pressed up against my nose. Snorting the crushed up powder of a D2 up his nose, before exhaling a breath, and, mentally preparing himself for the fight about to erupt between you two.

“Come to bed.” You whispered, as you walked up behind him and wrapped your arms around his waist.

“But, you just saw—“ Joey frowned.

“I know what i saw.” You replied, kissing his back again.