"If you need to relax you can always swing by my place after work. There's no way I'll be asleep," an obvious indication he was the reason the bag was only a quarter full.
Jimmy left and I made a quick trip to the bathroom. I closed the stall door, grabbed my keys, and used them to scoop out a small bit of cocaine. I took a quick bump - then a second. By the time I returned behind the bar I was already feeling rejuvenated.
My high helped the time pass and my shift came to a merciless end. After helping close up the bar, I found myself in my car at a stoplight. If I make a left, I head back home. Instead I found myself driving straight and parking outside Jimmy's apartment.