Needless to say, due to Mathais' good looks, personality and his all around... Mathias-ness, he was starting to get quite popular. Magazines, advertisements, he was working his way to the top quite quickly.
"You're getting popluar." Svana commented, reading a magazine and noticing all the photos in the menswear was Mathias. Hm. It was odd to see him, Mathias, someone she knew for most of her life on the cover of magazines and in them as well.
"Ya think?" He asked, walking and leaning over the couch to look. "Man, it's so weird to see myself in a magazines and on billboards and stuff!" He laughed.
"You'll get use to it." She said, flipping the page.
"You could try to sound more excited for me." He pouted.
"You should know that I'm glad this is working out for you." What? She is happy for him. He seemed to be enjoying it so far, and he appeared to be in a much better mood since he started the job.
"Really?"
"Really. I'm happy for you, and I'm glad you like it."
"Awesome! So hey, there's some party tonight, you're going, right?" He asked.
"Yes, I was planning to." She nodded. "Are you?"
"Hell yeah I am!" A party? Damn right he was going! Why wouldn't he?
"What time do you want to go?
"Ah... dunno. Eleven or something?" That was usually a pretty good time to go out, right?
"That sounds fine." She nodded, closing the magazine and tossing it on the coffee table as she glanced up at him.
"Kay." He grinned down at her, before going to the kitchen to make himself something to eat.
Wow, these were the kinds of parties Svana went to? Mathias was expecting... I don't know... something classy. This was like a club. A loud, crowded club. But hey, he wasn't complaining! He mingled around the bar, chatting up the cute bartender, as well with many other women and some models he had worked with. Now, where was Svana, though? He had arrived with her, then she was dragged off by a friend of hers.
Svana was off with a couple of other women she knew, given drinks and was now participating in a drinking game. Needless to say, the small Norwegian was on her way to being completely smashed. A friend of her had also brought out some cocaine they had managed to sneak in.
"Alright! Now, we can all get a line each with this." The one with the bag grinned.
"I'll pass." Svana said, frowning at the looks she recieved. "What?"
"You don't snort?" Another asked, raising a brow.
"No." Why did she just ask as if it was a bad thing?
"Come on Svana, one line won't hurt." Her friend said, sniffing after snorting a line.
"Stupid." The Norwegian said, taking a drink as she was given more looks.
"Come on Svana, it helps you stay alert and even decreases your appetite.
"I'm naturally this small."
Her friend rolled her eyes. "Look, it's just a snort, and it's not even that big of a deal."
"Ugh, fine, already. You'll keep at it if I don't." She rolled her eyes, setting her drink down before taking a rolled up bill, leaning down to snort the white powder. She sniffed, rubbing her nose a bit. "There." Alright, that wasn't so bad! Jeez, all that fuss for nothing! Of course, if she was in her usual, sober mind set, there is a high chance she wouldn't have even thought twice about taking the line, and instead would have left.
"See? wasn't so bad." Her friend grinned.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever." She rolled her eyes, finishing her drink.
"Svana! There you are!" Mathias grinned, walking over to see her.
"Mathias." She blinked, getting up a bit too quickly. The room spun for a moment, she shook her head a bit, carefully stepping over to him. "Hi."
"Hey, I've been looking everywhere for you." He smiled.
"Sorry, was sidetracked. Ran into old friends." She assured, seeing out of the corner of her eye that her friend was digging out more coke. "Ah, we should get a drink." She said, taking his wrist to pull him out of the room.
"Okay!" He smiled, allowing the Norwegian drag him out of the room.
"You're like a puppy, do you know that?"
"Hm? What?"
"You don't have to stick with me, you know."
"I just wanted to find ya." He chuckled. "Make sure you were still alive and well. Now, what do you want?" He asked once they reached the bar.
"I can get my own, don't worry about it." She waved it off, frowned when she felt him lean his chin on her hair. "You'll ruin my hair."
"Tell me what you want, then." He grinned. "Cosmo? Whiskey sour? Gin and tonic?"
"You're not going to stop until I let you buy me something, are you?"
"That's right!"
"Screwdriver."
"Come on! That's boring! There's only two things in it, get something fancy." He laughed, leaning back up.
"Everything you suggested basically only had two things in it. Get me a long island ice tea then."
"Long island iced tea and a beer." He ordered.
"Oh, and you give me grief on buying a boring drink." She rolled her eyes, smoothing out her hair before flipping it over one shoulder.
"I'll steal a bit of yours." He chuckled, leaning off to grab his wallet.
She shook her head, rubbing her nose a bit as the bartender made them their drinks. Svana took her drink as Mathias paid, Holding it up. "Skål."
"Skål!" He grinned, taking his drink before clinking it against her.
She took a drink, furrowing her brow a bit. She felt... different. She suddenly gained quite a bit energy. She started tapping her foot, bobbing her head a bit to the music as she sipped her drink before Mathias took a drink of it. She needed to move, she couldn't just stand her with all this random energy. It was strange. All of a sudden, this intense euphoric sensation had completely taken over her, and she suddenly didn't have a care in the world."I want to dance."
Mathias blinked, swallowing his beer as he glanced down at her. "Hvad?"
"I want to dance." She repeated, glancing up at him.
"You want to dance? What's in that drink, I want more." He grinned with a chuckle.
"Shut up. I just want to dance, it's not that big of a deal."
"Yeah okay, but you never seem t- hey wait, I'm coming, let me finish my beer!" He exclaimed once she started to walk off to the dancefloor, downing the rest of his beer before going after her into the crowd.
"I'm not waiting for you." She called out, setting her now empty glass on a counter as she walked into the crowd. She managed to find a spot that wasn't too crowded and started moving to the music a bit.
Mathias managed to catch up, finding her and grinning. "I don't think I've ever seen you dance before."
"I'm going to go find someone else if you're just going to stand there." She said, turning just before he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer.
"Nej, nej, nej, nej, nej! I'm just observing!" He chuckled, lips by her ear as he started to move a bit. "See? I'm dancing."
She couldn't help but redden, feeling her cheeks burn as she noticed just how close he was. "Hm, I guess you are." She managed coolly, tilting her head up to him. She notice that he hadn't let go, her back was against his chest, their faces close. Ooooookay, Svana. No more drinking! You're starting to notice all these little details that mean nothing! Aha... ha... ha...
"Exactly, now come on, move." He grinned, hands sliding to her hips to move them.
"I can dance on my own." she huffed, stepping away slightly to do so. She'd show him, she didn't need his clinginess in order to dance!
he chuckled, watching her as he moved to the music as well, eyes wandering. Okay, so she knew how to work it. (And she was pretty damn good at i- ahaha, what? it's a compliment!) Funny, she never seemed like the social type, then you got a few drinks into her and she loosened up quite a bit! Nice! They'd have to go out to clubs more often!
As the time passed, he found a couple girls to dance with, and she a guy. But... she was starting to breath heavily, she felt extremely warm, and it felt like this wave of fatigue just washed over her.
"Hey Svan, you okay?" Mathias called out, noticing the Norwegian. She looked like she was about to drop right then and there!
"J-ja, I'm fine... I'm just going to the washroom." She stated, giving no other explanation to Mathias or the guy she was dancing with, and hurried off to the women bathroom. She leaned against the counter, taking deep breaths as she looked in the mirror. She pulled her hair into a low bun, wiping under her eyes to fix her makeup just as her friend who had the coke walked in.
"Tired? You must be feeling the crash." She said, glancing at the Norwegian before looking to the mirror to reapply mascara.
"Ah, I guess..." Svana said, shrugging. After all, she had no idea how long it lasted, or what it did when it wore off, but considering how she was feeling now compared to an hour and a half beforehand, she was guessing this was the crash.
"Hm." She set her makeup back in her bag, looking to the Norwegian. "You want another line? I got enough for two more." She said, pulling out a little baggie from her purse, then grabbing her wallet.
Svana bit her lip, contemplating this. She knew she shouldn't, as drunk as she was. She should just go home and go to bed and just forget about all of this. But... "Okay." She nodded, waiting until it was lined up before taking the bill and snorting the line. She sniffed, rubbing her nose as her friend took the remaining line.
"Okay, you're my friend, and a newbie, so I'm gonna give you this number..." her friend said, scribbling down a number and name on a piece of paper before handing it to her. "He's my dealer. Just tell him I sent you~!"
"Ah, that's really o-" She sighed when the paper was forced into her hand and her friend trotted off before she could refuse it. She glanced down, looking over it as her began coming back, as well as that euphoric feeling. She should ditch this, but she could always do it after! Folding the paper and setting it in her clutch, she looked herself over in the mirror once more, before going and returning to the dancefloor.
Well, I was only gone for about forever. Sorry, had some shit to deal with.
Anyway, regrading cocaine. Cocaine is a powerful stimulant that affects the brain. All forms of cocaine have the same effects. It produces a short-lived high that is immediately followed by opposite, intense feelings of depression, edginess, and craving for more of the drug.
If snorted, cocaine reaches the brain in three to five minutes and the "high" lasts about 60 to 90 minutes. Injecting cocaine produces a "rush" in 15-30 seconds and lasts 20 to 60 minutes. Smoking produces an almost immediate intense experience and lasts only five to ten minutes.
When users come down or "crash", they feel very depressed, anxious, and irritable. Many users take repeated doses to keep the high going and avoid the crash. Others try to modify the effects or stop the binges with other drugs like alcohol, tranquillizers or heroin.
Cocaine fuels the fashion industry at every level, from glamorous catwalk to exotic photo shoot. Many models are known to use it to stay awake, stay alert, decrease their appetite, and nearly 50% of models are exposed to cocaine while working.