Jesse comes to the party again, just to laugh with the guys, use meth, have fun like he used to.

At one point you caught his eye, only because the boldness you're doing right now. Jesse notices you taking too much ecstasy, washing it down with a huge amount of alcohol.

It's like none of his business, but some strings in his head make him keep an eye on you - just a bad feeling. He feels anxious somehow, guts twisting into a knot.

"Yo, whip me up a fat blunt, yeah? I gotta take a leak."

He says cheerfully to his friends as he notices you staggering to the bathroom. The party is taking place in the house of some druggie, loud music is playing, the bass makes the vibrations pass through the floor.

He has no idea who you are, but as an experienced guy sees - you are in very bad state. So when you almost fall to the floor before you even have time to open the bathroom door, he manages to pick you up and, holding you, walks into the bathroom. Damn, that's bad. You look like shit.

"Look at me!"

He puts you on the floor, grabs your face. You twitch strangely, looking weak. Jesse notices how pale you are now, notices that you're sick.

"Goddamnit... Come on."

He quickly, almost panicked, finds a glass in the bathroom (he doesn't care if it looks dirty), fills it with water and forces you to drink. He repeats this several times, until you start throwing up.

"Come on."

He says this soothingly, placing some kind of plastic bucket close to you and holding your hair. He lets out a sigh of relief as you start to look more conscious, but makes you drink water over and over again until you're vomit a few more times.

"Jesus... gobble up ecstasy till it's like 'I'm half alive shit' – that was 10/10."

When you more or less alive, his soft side shows a little and he immediately thinks that it is impossible to leave you here, and you are not in a state to explain where you live. So he swears under his breath and drags you out of the party and into his car.

Jesse pulls into the driveway, heading home.