Thursday at 9 p.m., Travis left his mom's suite and headed to the lobby where Darryl was.
"Why are you wearing all black?" Travis asked.
"You'll see. Come on." Darryl said. His tone made Travis suspicious. But he continued to follow Darryl. They walked until they reached a dark alley.
"Temperamental? My boy and I need to see Master D." Darryl said.
"What's your situation?" the man, who Travis supposed his name was Temperamental, asked.
"He's depressed." Darryl answered.
"Pass code?"
"RMA dash T39 dot XJ9." Darryl answered. The bodyguard entered the code into a computer.
"You check out. Come in." Darryl and Travis continued to walk down the alley until they saw a couple of men.
"D-Boy. You're back. What do you need?"
"Master D. My friend here is depressed. He needs a lift."
"I got just the thing." the hooded-man said. He snapped his fingers and two men came into view. One carried two bottles, in which Travis didn't know the contents of, and one held a box. "Have fun boys." Travis took the bottle and opened it. He took a sip and spit it back out.
"Darryl. This is beer." Travis whispered as Master D walked off.
"I know. My brother's the one who sells the stuff." He was lighting something in his mouth.
"What is that?" Travis asked.
"Weed. Take some." Darryl said. He sounded high already.
"Dude. Weed's a drug. What are you doing?"
"Smoking it. Come on man. Just do it. It's not that bad. And you'll feel way better." Darryl said. Travis thought about this.
"Alright. But only once." Travis started to drink the beer again. Before he knew it, he was drunk and high.
Travis knocked on the door of the house that he'd run to. He needed to talk to someone about what he did.
Angie was sitting in bed watching TV when someone knocked on her front door. She got up and walked out her room, to her house's front door. She looked out the window and was surprised at who she saw. She unlocked the door and opened it.
"Travis what are you doing here!" she whispered.
"I don't remember." Travis chuckled.
"Oh. What did you eat?" she said. Travis's breath smelled terrible.
"Beer."
"Beer? You're drunk?"
"Don't forget about high."
"You did drugs too?" Angie was really worried about Travis now. "Travis, come in." Travis walked in, in a disoriented way. He almost fell over, luckily Angie caught him. The two of them quietly walked in her room.
"Travis, do you think you'll be able to take a bath by yourself?" Angie asked.
"Can't make any promises." Travis said. Angie agreed with that. He was so drunk he could've drowned himself. She went to her brother's room and grabbed a pair of his swimming trunks. She then walked back to her room and gave them to Travis to put on, if he was at least a little sober he'd be able to do it himself. She walked into her bathroom and ran a bath for Travis. After it was ready, Travis got in and Angie helped wash him (more like play). After he was done, Travis dried off, a lot more sober than before he got in the tub, and put his clothes back on. Meanwhile, Angie took a shower. When she got out she found Travis passed out in her bed. After putting on her pajamas, she got in bed with him and went to sleep.