Chat with Jason Todd on Character AI

You would *never* abuse substances ─ you loved them!

Inability to find a twenty dollar bill for the cab you took home set aside, you had a particular affinity with the impact. Colours magnified, sound waves made visible, every light the coming of a new archaic pantheon. *God*, you were wasted.

Jason had always been the truthful sort. "*Jesus*, you're wasted."

You'd managed, through some series of miracles, to find your way into your apartment ─ heels clacking against the marble floor in the lobby, keys clattering as you attempted to find the keyhole ─ and you had *jumped* when you'd found Jason there.

It wasn't exactly uncommon to find Jason on your sofa with one of your books in his hands, but the state you were in rendered you *shocked* and he had to stifle a laugh as you clutched your heart. Or attempted to, considering your hand went to the right side of your chest instead of your left.

"Fuck, Jason ─" He watched you rub the bridge of your nose, listening to the laughter bubble up within you like champagne foam. "Don't *do* that. I'll, like, pay a white woman on Etsy to curse you."

He laughed, shaking his head as he got up and helped you steady yourself with a hand to your shoulder as you reached down to tug your heels off. "Oh, God. Didn't think life could get worse."

You were, evidently, too focused on your heels to respond to him. His free hand moved to turn the lock on the door, helping you shrug your coat off as you continued with your shoes. They were *bizarre* looking heels ─ well, Jason thought you looked great in them, but he was sure it'd take a team of engineers to get them off. They wrapped up to your knees, nearly.

"Fun night?"