[Duce]

"I'm fine.." He was trying to crawl back into his skin, even though it felt like he was spread out all over the floor, grinning and giggling. He so wasn't giggling. Alcohol was a touch of poison, quick and heady. Drugs were obsidian and diamonds that flew through his blood like vipers seeking prey. All were thick and fast; but none lasted very long.

This...this was almost painfully constant. Hadn't had to drink anything. Hadn't had to eat anything. Nothing smoked or injected; and he felt like he could fly.

Control control control- he took a steadying breath and shuddered at the voice so close to his head. "Yea..I get sick, an I'll let'cha know." His voice sounded high and amused. ..Would he come down hard afterward? He never did have any sort of...down..what if this scrambled his brains or something? A small giggle flirted it's way through his lips at that thought, a hand going to his mouth as he pulled his head up from it's place at the back of his seat. Odd, when had he let his head drop back? Whatever.

There was that damnable voice again, and a hand that somehow felt far too cold and way way hot at the same time slid across stockings and skin, goosebumps springing up like eager puppies at the scent of treats. "I want..I want.." He thought momentarilly, licking his lips with a roll of his tongue, bottom one in as the top one went out- and then their opposites before he pulled his lipring into his mouth for a hard tug and twist; eyebrows knitting together. "I want somethin' THIS big-" He held his hands out, head inclining forward as he eyed his hands as though having to concentrate on actual distance; even though he held his arms apart until they were wider than the table top. "- An still screamin." He blanched, heart suddenly racing as he took a breath, As though he had suddenly seen the sexiest man on the planet and knew he couldn't refuse anything he said. "N-no..not..not..er..screamin..I..that'd be bad." He thought a moment, having an obvious problem doing so before letting his head suddenly slam into the tabletop, hands trailing down beside him. "I don' fuckin' know..but it's gotta be dead. Uuhhgg.."

He was so screwed if he didn't get his head on straight. Holy SHIT it felt awesome as hell to be alive. He thought about it, licking his lips again. He could almost taste them. All of them. Like sugary batteries on his tongue. Christ..He swallowed, and it was like he was trying to swallow a river. Yeah..food..food would help. Why? Fuck if he knew. You didn't question why eating made you feel better, did you? No. No you don't. Let him alone.

It surprised him to find his hand rubbing up over the one sliding along his leg, a low moan spilling from his lips as he slid himself around on his seat, damn near rolling his hips forward as he drew the hand further up toward the center of his body- sitting up with a jerk so fast there should have been a snap; hardly visible- looking shocked with his hands suddenly appearing in the air over his head as though showing he was unarmed.

"I didn' do that. Didn't...didn...di- screw you." He snarled, upper lip curling at the corner at Eric before he melted into a dreamy eyed grin. "Oh hi." Today, crazy came with a red forehead.