Derek's eye's were fixated on Sasha as her fingers ran across her toned, tan stomach, hoping that she would show him a little something more for once, but in natural Sasha fashion, she left him hanging and desiring more instead. She was such a tease to him, but he never minded it.<br/><br/>The man laughed at the girl's final words, watching as she went away to take care of the other customers. His attention was then brought back to his drink, which happened to be almost finished. Derek took his final sips of the Black Label, smiling whenever he saw the bartender look back at him.<br/><br/>As he awaited her return, his hands fell into his pockets. He took not of his wallet and cell phone before finally wrapping his fingers around the bottle of pills he had placed in there earlier. A smirk came across Derek's face, thinking of how it would be if he were to take one at that moment. "Just one wouldn't hurt." Derek muttered, speaking like a true addict. His hands came out of their pockets, placing the bottle down on the counter. Normally, at other clubs, he'd run off to the bathroom in order to hide his addiction, but at the Masquerade it seemed to be encouraged. Anything to help the customers hve a good time, right?<br/><br/>Derek's other hand came out of his pocket, gripping the cap and turning it to get it open. He tilted the bottle, shaking it once as a few pills fell into his hand. The man licked his lips for a brief moment as he contemplated on whether or not to take them all, but remembered that he promised himself that he'd take one at a time. He put most of the pills back into the bottle, leaving himself one in the palm of his hand. He set the bottle down, thrusting his palm against his open mouth as he and tilted his head back to let the tiny pill of E fall down his throat. Some people would've probably gotten something to drink with it, but Derek was rather used to taking them and found a drink unneccessary.<br/><br/>"Another one over here!" Derek shouted over at Sasha from his chair with a wide smile as he waited for his drug to work its magic. His money was already on the counter, right next to the small orange bottle of pills. It probavly wasn't the smartest thing to add more alcohol into his system, but what else was there to order at a bar?