Mike is calm, now. Riding out the last of his haze. He wasn't joking about needing more, though, and for all the noises about wanting Liam's stuff--and if he's honest with himself Liam's expertise--he needs oxy, too. That was just plain simple.

He's halfway done his cigarette now, off-guard, and he nods.

"Yeah, I think that was his name. Looked a bit like you." Looked exactly, but Mike is never sure when he's that high. He spends most of his tim with Tim extra fucked up, just because it makes it more special. His face curls up into another smile, different--he's unable to hide it from his face.

It was the best threesome in his life. Hell it was one of the best weekends of his life. "All that was there was drugs and fucking. You woulda been proud," he comments, because he's sure he would. Mike learned a lot under the other's tutelage.