It had been about a week since he last saw Taka, and, of course, his friends interrogated him once they found out he had skipped class to meet him. He ignored them each time they questioned him, of course. Yet, after bumping into his father that day, he almost wished it were his friends harassing him again. He got a nice earful over how horrible he was as a person, and just what the hell he planned on doing with his life. He wouldn't let his friends in on the nice bruise forming on his right shoulder, no thanks to the bastard laying a hand on him when he tried to walk away.
Until Sam caught the bruise when Lee was changing, and decided to drag him out to one of his favorite spots.
"There's a chance your dom'll be there. Plus..." He pulled out a little baggie from his pocket. He grinned after seeing Lee's face light up from the scowl after mentioning Taka.
"Shut it. Gimme two. Or I'm going back home and ending it all." He was joking... almost. His father really got to him, and Sam knew, which was how he gave in all too easily to essentially drugging his friend.
"Don't joke like that, you asshole." Elliot huffed, crossing his arms over his chest.
Two pills down and about an hour later, Lee was in his usual spot, sprawled out in a booth, out of sight. Everything felt like a fantastic mix of too floaty, too good, too numb. His friends were off elsewhere, still keeping an eye on him from afar while they enjoyed themselves, too.
They must have been distracted, as Lee then found himself sitting up, sandwiched between two guys who seemed to join him in the booth. "Sam?" He muttered softly, feeling a tad out of it. The scent of alcohol hit his nose, and he sneered, turning his head away. One of the guys was trying to get him to drink. Besides not really being in the mood, just wanting to enjoy his intense high, he somehow knew better than to accept potentially laced drinks from strangers. A hand came up, pushing the glass away with the back of it, which only resulted in the man pushing harder. He was too easy a target, clearly under the influence, and alone. No wonder they picked him. The other male tried to open his mouth to let the other pour the alcohol into his mouth, and Lee weakly fought back, to no avail.