[hr][hr][center][h1][color=ff6600]Chloe "Tuesday" Ridgeway[/color][/h1][img]http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_memdbffaIW1ru4sfro1_250.gif[/img][hr]Location: The Hotel[/center][hr][hr]Tuesday had had a sleepless night.

It wasn't due to a fear of being killed in her sleep. It wasn't genuine terror at the movies they'd watched the previous night. It wasn't even stress over Cynthia, one of the most unbalanced people in town, sleeping in the same room as her. No, it was her least favorite part of drug use, right after detoxing: the hangover. As she'd learned in pre-med and through experience, cocaine hangovers could happen up to a day after use. 

Her number happened to come up around midnight. The change in her brain's chemicals felt like being hit by a truck, and suddenly, her entire world had gone dark. Unable to sleep, she spent the night in agony, every decision thrown in her face and made out to be a failure. She experienced all of the pain she avoided and more, holing up in the bathroom for a good portion, hoping to vomit and get it all over with. 

Yet no such mercy was in store. Tuesday wasn't certain whether she had eventually drifted off or had truly remained awake the entire night, dark circles underneath her eyes as she quietly observed Riley get dressed and leave the hotel room. Once her sister left, she relaxed. As far as she was concerned, Cynthia could see her go through the grips of a hangover. But Riley? She didn't need the sisterly lecture. Not now, when her head had started to pound, and her sadness turned into anxiety. 

[i]God, I could go for some cocaine right now...[/i] Tuesday thought miserably to herself, her throat dry. Green tea always remedied the situation, and she got up, attempting not to disturb Cynthia. Sometimes hotels would have tea packets in the room, and she searched, her hands shaking slightly as she went. 

Perhaps she shouldn't have sold her entire stash, after all.