Hell, people even did coke socially. She drew the line at shooting or snorting up. Coke was too much like crack and the horror stories of a shitty L.A. neighborhood she tried not to remember ever having lived in. The worst she did was pop pills at parties, which had at some point become so routine that she sometimes had to take something just to survive the small talk.
Lately, though, she was tired of parties. She needed a break from smoky rooms, free shots, and barely remembering the night before. In her best Murtaugh impression, she simply was getting too old for this shit.
“Rey Rey, gimme some candy.”
Her younger cousin Eve had flown out from Chicago to visit her on set in New Mexico. They had been close in childhood, but both had left home at eighteen and were rarely ever back in Toronto at the same time. They were driving around outside of Albuquerque Rey had nothing to give her today but a sorry look and a shrug.
“I’m out,” she answered, holding up the keychain and giving it a shake. Silence, except for the clattering of the chain against it. Surprise lit up the other woman’s face and Rey reminded her, “I told you I’m doing a cleanse. For a month. At least.” The funny emphasis on cleanse because she knew damn well neither of them had believed her when she said it.
“Alright, I’ll do it with you.” Eve laughed and nodded, game for it just to see how long they could last. Rey was just as likely to forget about it in two hours as she was to actually keep it up. Her cousin looked plenty amused about it as she pointed out, “We just smoked a blunt.”
Reyna scoffed, shrugging again.
“That shit doesn’t count, weed’s of the earth.”
