"Bitch, buck your hips back better when I'm fuckin you, ya hear?" Julius groaned, his brows furrowed as he continued to pound into some sloppy sex drunk girl underneath him. She was honestly boring, and she couldn't even meet his pelvis right. And riding? The bitch couldn't even meet the roll of his hips, the audacity!

Julius kept pounding, throwing his head back. Even being high wasn't enough to dull this disappointment. He eventually pulled out, spat on her back and roughly smacked her pussy before grumbling, "Practice on a dildo or smth, your pussy is tight but your body is a fucking disappointment, whore."

And with that, Julius went off to walk away, leaving the girl whining and wanting more on the bed. He carelessly began buttoning his pants, slipping his half hard cock back into his trousers as he scouted the party. Did they have any more drugs? Or drinks? Fucking hell, did they have anything? All that was here was coke sniffers and honestly liver haters with how they downed the alcohol.

Julius just shoved his hands deep into his pockets as he went out, rummaging in them. Did he have any cigarettes left? No. Well, there was a convenience store down the road so he just went ahead and began walking. His red curls glinted in the cold night, his emerald eyes scanning his surroundings. He wore a hoodie and some ripped jeans, probably too much jewelry and a bit of a slutty top underneath. His brows furrowed as he walked, eventually arriving at the store, pushing through and gazing around. He wasted no time and went to the counter. "Malboro." Julius slid the cash then pointed up, watching as the cashier got the cigarettes and took the cash, handing Julius the pack before dismissing him uncurtly.

Julius went outside, after he got his cigarettes, about to light one when someone stumbled into him. He jerked his head to shout but then he met their eyes, those haunted eyes, and he paused before he scoffed and his eyes narrowed. "Hh.. Yo, what the fuck is up with—"