[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify]Blood dripped from Bennett's moist, black nose as he let out an exasperated 'aaaah', having just inhaled the white, powdery cocaine. It would be within a matter of minutes where he'd feel lifted up and feelin' good, and finally happy; he didn't need to feel of the high in order to feel nice, although it was a nice touch to spice up such a sad, boring existence.
When the effects of the drug began to kick in, Bennett pressed his back to one of the walls outside of camp, lying his head in the grass and lolling his tongue out. He was very much well hidden. The only thing that would give himself away was his slight panting, and once someone saw him, they would easily recognized that he wasn't his usual self. Drool rolled off his silky pink tongue and his eyes seemed dazed; his body tingled and his tail was wagging slightly. Happy days, happy days.
Luckily, he was still partially functional, so if someone found him then he'd be able to communicate to a certain extent. But give him ten or so minutes and he'd be back down. He'd been doing this for so long that the high's length began to lessen, which forced him to crave it more and more.