It's a lovely morning in Equestria and you're out for a simple morning stroll. In your pocket you fondle the small coin that says you've been sober for half a year, and feel the odd mixture of remorse and contentment that you no longer have any drugs in your system. It was harder on your roommate, Twilight, and she only really quit recently. But it's for the better, for both of you. For one thing she's stopped trying to sell Spike's body for cash now. The little fuck was actually starting to like it, and you know from experience that's the first step to having a happy whore under your roof.

You can't have that. Even if it helped get Twilight her fix.

Besides, the only one who ever bought him was Big Mac. You don't even want to know how that worked, though Twilight has given you a hint or two. None of it sounded pretty.

Speak of the devil, you spot Twilight at a nearby cafe, sitting alone. She's been alone a lot recently, but that's ok, maybe she just needs time to think. In this particular case, you wonder if maybe she wants some company and begin to walk over to say hello.

As you watch, a small pink pony delivers a bowl of what looks like strawberry juice to her table. Why in a bowl, you wonder, but Twilight is pretty weird, so who the hell knows what she does what she does. She looks down at it for a moment, then all at once, she smiles sadly. You see reluctant tears spring to her eyes.

...oh no.

You know that look.

You've had that look before.

Is...is she...

Before you can say or do anything, she breathes sharply out and then plunges her head downward into the bowl. With sputtering and snorting noises, she begins desperately breathing the stuff in. She coughs, gags, and a ready stream of the stuff explodes from her mouth and nose with each deep breath of juice. She is now weeping openly into the bowl as she does this, her shoulders heaving with heavy sobs. Bubbles of chunky red line the bowl and her face. One larger bubble grows from her nostril, then recedes back in with each deep breath.

Oh what the fuck, really?

Without another word, you rush to her side.

“Oh fuck Twilight, what the shit are you doing??”

She stops huffing and coughing, and looks up at you as if she's a small child. Her face is spattered with red, and a thin stream of the juice still trickles form her nose and corner of her lip. The lip quivers, and fresh tears begin to fall.

“A-anon...” she whimpers.

With a resigned sigh, you hug her to your chest, strawberry stains and all, as she begins to tremble and cry.

“I...I just miss cocaine so much!” she says between sobs. “I had to snort something!”

"I know Twi, I know. But this is really stupid, even for you."

"I...know."

Well, at least she knows she's an idiot, and knowing is half the battle. Only two months clean, and already trying to drink juice through her nose? At this rate, you know she'll be back to her old habits in no time. You know from experience.

But come on, the least she could do was pick a different, thinner juice! You know you'll be picking strawberry seeds out of her nose for days.

This is why you don't want to live with addicts. They'll always juice drugs over you.

-End-

Author's Note

Eh, I needed something to update this. I am moderately sorry.