WARNING: This is a work of fiction. Drug use, including alcohol and other substances, can have serious and harmful consequences in real life. The dangers are real—never glamorize or normalize these behaviors.
"Are you ready?" Hector asked James as he opened a small packet containing a white powder.
It was two days after the funeral, and the house was quieter than ever before. James had sent his mother, Charlotte, and Bella away with a handful of guards to have fun and not dwell on Rafael and their grief.
Now, he sat in the living room with Hector, who had brought some magic with him, along with whiskey, to have fun just like in the old days.
But one thing was clear, if they were going to have fun, something ridiculous was bound to happen.
"Isn't that too much?" James asked, stressing over the situation. He had never done any drugs in his life, except for cigarettes and alcohol, and this was something entirely different.
