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[A Masochists Wet Dream]

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Trent laughed a bit, nodding as Makenna spoke. When Trent was feeling anti-social, which was almost...well...never, he would do exactly what Makenna was doing before he arrived, people watch. His feet were bouncing up and down underneath the table, trying not to just totally flip out, it had been a while since using cocaine, he'd moved into a herion phase over the summer, and had sort of shoved everything else aside, save for the booze. Now he was working on evening out his drug usage again. Even everything up, except he took ridiculous amounts of almost everything due to how used his system was to all the abuse.

Chances were, if he didn't change something, he'd be dead by the end of the school year. But anyone who knew him, also knew how terribly hard headed he was about his choices. You were lucky if you could change his mind on something as simple as what to wear. Trent was one of those people, that were completely independent, but desperately needed to be dependent on someone with a bit more sense than themselves.

Trent was still smiling with that wild look in his eyes when Makenna finished updating him on where and what everyone was doing. He was curious as to why the 'zombie table' was having so much drama, but he figured it was just the fact that Martin had decided to bother them. He waited until Makenna had finished drinking before taking the bottle back, and taking a generous amount with barely a reaction to the horribly bitter liquid. He had been half asleep before, but now that he was wide awake, the taste barely phased him.

He glanced over to Makenna then with another small laugh. "Saviour? Well damn, maybe I could save your a** again later tonight." He nudged her with his elbow in a teasing manner. The way he spoke hinted that 'saved her a**' a few times before...which wouldn't be surprizing if he had. He blinked a few times, already he was falling from his high, something that no one enjoyed going through. He resting his head on the table a bit, taking another drink from the notorious water bottle. Hopefully he'd be too drunk to notice when he hits the bottom of the coke high.