Intersect. [MH] (Editing in Process)

'Cause I'm Stuck On You Like The Smell Of Cigarettes On Your Flower Dress.

CW: Mention of drug use. Smut.
Archer

The drive seemed to go by faster than it really had due to George talking our ears off; Matty was in the drivers seat given that he was the only sober one in the trio. He sat quietly and nodded along every few minutes, his eyes glued directly in front of him.

"I'm getting bored just sitting around at home all the time. It's a waste of time, innit?"

I shrugged and lifted the filter of my cigarette to my lips, responding as I exhaled: "Why don't you go out more then? The lads can't be your only mates George. I'm certain you can find someone to go out with you."

He turned around to look at me and plucked the fag from in between my fingers – I hated that, but I couldn't complain. Matty had bought the carton for me,

"Reckon I could? I'm not as likeable as you Archie, think it'd be a bit more difficult than you're making it out to be."

I slid my phone out of my bag and scrolled through it in search of a game to preoccupy my shaking hands.

"Likeable? Not one person has ever called me likeable in my entire life, mate, you're deluded. Maybe you think with your dick too much?"

George just chuckled and shook his head, turning back to face the windshield. I pulled my focus back to my phone and shifted between pages on my home screen until the soft purr of the engine lulling me to sleep came to an abrupt stop in front of a well posh restaurant. A bit different than the diners and fast-food joints we usually found ourselves at, the only fear I harboured; the judgemental stares that were bound to stalk around behind me the second I step foot inside. Matty and George stepped out of the car, I sat still in the backseat and stared through the window.

"C'mon then Archie, I'm hungry and I'll leave without you if you don't get out of the car right now. Matty'll probably be a little twat but I'm not him, so hurry up."

I nodded and followed them towards the twin glass doors, taking hold of Matty's idle hand before he got too far for comfort. George approached the young brunette stood at the hostess post the minute the warm atmosphere and soft jazz filled my senses. It was inviting, though I knew I wouldn't be so lucky with the people sat around us.

Matty squeezed my hand and surfaced a kiss on my temple as we were escorted to the table we inevitably sat down at. This was the second time in a day that I'd been out to eat, not that I'd manage to eat this time around either. I'll probably find myself ordering a salad and being proactive about the entire situation, at least this way, eating any food at all could be a possibility.

As soon as the waitress handed us the menu, George and Matty launched into an entirely different conversation about the tour. It only reminded me that I couldn't let myself follow along like a lost puppy.

"I'll be back,"

I excused myself from the circular table and approached the not-so-visible restrooms.

Once inside, I shoved myself into one of the four empty stalls and placed my makeshift purse – bag, really – on the shut toilet seat. I dug through it only for a moment before my fingers made contact with a powder-filled bag,

I needed this.

Using a discarded filter I'd left in my bag, I scooped a decent amount of coke onto the slip of paper and quickly brought it to my nose. I took another and shoved my bag aside, taking its spot above the porcelain basin.

I must've lost track of time because before I realized what was happening, a knock sounded on the door, followed by Matty calling my name. I felt too comfortable where I was to stand up and walk to the door, everything felt so... fuzzy. That was the moment I realized something wasn't right, something was definitely off. I didn't acknowledge the sound of footsteps against the tile or the tapping against the stall door until Matty spoke,