The lights passed by in a blur and the cool night air washed over my face as I drove down the road toward the drug store. Amber sat next me, silently smoking and peering out the window while tapping her foot furiously. She took the Newport, which was smoked down to the filter, in her thumb and forefinger and dragged hard, inhaling deeply and flicked it out the window expertly. While exhaling thick streams of smoke from her nostrils she shook out another cigarette and lit it up immediately, double pumping hard and producing a bright red cherry that stood out in my dark car.
She had been smoking like that for hours now, back to back, chaining through them like a fiend. I had to admit that deep down I had always imagined what it would be like to be with a woman that chain smoked. As strong as my attraction to smoking was, I often wondered if a chain smoker under real life circumstances would prove to be a bit too much. So far though, it was divine. To look over and see either a cigarette or smoke between the lips of my Amber had lost none of its' appeal, regardless of the frequency.
Spurring her intense smoking pace was her having snorted Adderall a few hours before. Now being after 1am Amber and I had realized that she was going to need to do something to 'come down.' I decided to head to Walgreens and get her some Ambien as well as a few more packs of cigarettes as she had burned through her stash in a hurry. As the Walgreens sign drew closer I heard an audible sigh from Amber, sensing that some sleep was perhaps now finally in her near future. I reached my arm out silently and caressed her shoulder, affirming her anticipation at some relief. She glanced over at me and smiled, still wearing her sexy new nose ring and smeared make-up.
We pulled into the parking lot and I told her to wait a minute as I ran in, she nodded with acknowledgment and motioned to her cigarette. I smiled at her implication that she couldn't go even a minute without a cigarette and ran in. While I was heading to the register with Ambien in my hand I suddenly had an idea. We were still going to be staying at the hotel all tomorrow and probably would need some 'entertainment,' and by that I meant something for Amber to get fucked up on. I searched my mind for a quick fix and remembered an episode of the show 'Intervention' where a girl huffed a can of computer duster. Additionally I thought about the possibility of having Amber 'robo trip' or do DXM. I knew, from some recent online searches, what cough syrup to get.
I decided to get it all and let the weekend take us where it may. As I placed the goods on the counter I glanced guiltily at the clerk, who seemed to stare right into my soul. I supposed it wasn't hard to guess what the stuff was for, being the middle of the night at this point. Even still, the disapproving sigh and reluctant scanning of the items was of little importance to me as long as I walked out the store with what I came for. I practically sprinted to my car, feeling like I had just gotten away with something despite nothing I'd done having been inherently bad or illegal. But if intentions were against the law, the clerk would have called the police without thinking. Instead, I was racing back to the crummy motel with my strung-out, chain-smoking girlfriend and a bag full of substances in tow.
As I burst through the door of our room the powerful mixture of smoke and alcohol hit me strong. It made my manhood jump a little in my pants at the thought that Amber was single-handedly responsible for it. Amber breezed by me and sat down at the table, wiping away traces of the Adderall and preparing herself for what would hopefully be enough Ambien to sedate a horse. I took the hint and opened the box of sleeping pills and after a bit of nervous struggling shook a few out on the table. Amber immediately began crushing them down into a fine powder as I read the label.
"It says to take one 10mg pill every 7-8 hours.." I read out loud as Amber ignored me and continued to crush down 3.
"Maybe you should only snort half of this and see if it does the trick before doing the rest babe." I mused, half hoping she would ignore me and insist on ganking the entire mountain of white powder that had accumulated on the table.
"Fuck that.. I'm doing it all.." She muttered, looking up at me with a rather devious grin.
