Sasuke put his head down and sniffed. The cocaine shot through his nose and into his blood vessels. His friends were beside him, cheering and laughing. He put his head up and began making out with his 'date'. It was merely some skank he picked up at the bar with his friends.
Naruto, Kiba, and Shikamaru each had a girl on their arms or laps. Their names will be never known. However, sitting around Kiba's living room, you would think that these women were the guys' girlfriends. That wasn't the case. These boys were rotten, and were always like that, and would always be like that.
It was Kiba's turn. He made himself a line from the pile, a big one. It was his birthday and he was probably getting too ahead of himself.
"Careful, Kiba," Naruto said. Shikamaru and were too busy with their girls. "That's the good stuff."
"Shut up, bitch," Kiba said as he snorted his line. He shot his head up, looked at the others, and started seizing.
"Oh fuck," everyone said in unison.
"Call 911!" The girls ran out of the apartment as the guys attended to their friend.
"I need an ambulance, my friend did too much coke," Naruto was frantic over the phone as Kiba's mouth began to foam.
Sasuke rolled him on his side so he wouldn't bite or swollen his own tongue. Shikamaru kept shaking him as if trying to wake him from a dream.
Little did they know, their friend wouldn't live to see tomorrow's morning.