[ on a normal day, you wouldn't catch jack benjamin within a mile of sanitation work, but that was before he heard whispers of drugs in someone's care. it's been a long fucking week (it's been a long life, let's be honest). he's stood by and supervised the digging of some latrine holes, held tools for plumbers, and even replaced a couple lightbulbs all by himself. it's enough to earn him access to The Stash, and jack's the first one to reach out for that freshly rolled joint Ian's offering. ]
Small blessings, huh? [ he murmurs, settling into whatever even (clean) surface is next to Ian, lights up and inhales. then, abruptly coughs like a freaking amateur. ] Good God, that's disgusting.
[ jack wheezes, thumping a hand against his chest, despite already taking another hit. he knew there was a reason he always went for pills and booze. ]
sanitation, cw: drugs
Small blessings, huh? [ he murmurs, settling into whatever even (clean) surface is next to Ian, lights up and inhales. then, abruptly coughs like a freaking amateur. ] Good God, that's disgusting.
[ jack wheezes, thumping a hand against his chest, despite already taking another hit. he knew there was a reason he always went for pills and booze. ]