Aurelie can tell Pari is not comfortable, so she proposes they go meet the club’s “provider” together. Pari is confused when they head back to her decaying childhood home. Aurelia waves the question off, explaining that when Pari vacated, the man moved in on Aurelia’s suggestion. He was looking for a place, see, and she got a good deal out of it.
Pari is not a fan of the situation.
But Aurelie and the man are apparently close friends, and she doesn’t want to disrupt.
But she doesn’t like what she sees.
At all.
Yet easily as that, Aurelie asks for an amount, and he gives it to her; and Pari just witnesses it.
Pari’s still sleeping — but her friends won’t let that disrupt their usual schedule
Their usual schedule includes some substances I wouldn’t recommend — for anyone. It’s a social activity for them, though, and they toy around with it, and they are sure they are above death, or any risks.
The drugs amp up their focus, and it shows in their practicing their hobbies for hours. Unfortunately for the neighbors, in Alexandra’s case, this means blasting loud music.
And unfortunately for Pari, too, who finally wakes up.
She walks into the living-room to enquire about the noise.
They’re very straight-forward about it.
Advocate for her to try.
And she agrees; they were nice enough to bring her into their home, it would be rude not to participate.
So she joins, and tries her hand at DJing too. She likes it; she feels it could become a hobby. A profession, maybe. It’s not so different from being a tattoo artist. It’s still bringing out the artist in her.
They’re all artists in this loft; and the bubble help.