I can’t remember. Bobbi had her drug, and I had mine. Amateur porn “What are you doing here?”
I didn’t mean for it to sound so mean or accusatory, but I was just so confused. “Well,” I said, feeling defensive again. A bald guy sat on one of the couches, wearing nothing but an open shirt and a pair of swim shorts. All the people here were clean-cut, looked like they went to the gym several times a week, and would have fit perfectly in any high-end office job in the city. The man had a girl pressed against the wall with his tongue in her mouth; her bare tits were rubbing against his chest as she had her fingers tucked into the back of his pants, clearly kneading his ass. That’s… uh… shit! Quentin. That’s right! She held her bottom lip between her teeth as she stared longingly at the lines of coke running across the table’s glass surface. Bobbi had her drug, and I had mine.
