Delphine
"Whatever you'd like," she offered. Delphine did not usually turn to alcohol, her vice was sex and drugs, but here she was. She didn't know what she liked or didn't like, "Anything but wine," she added as a quick afterthought. She remembered hating wine. Though it'd do in a pinch.
Once the man had turned away, she'd down her little vial of liquid magic, and hope for the best--the hallucinogenic effect she craved.
It didn't come, and she puffed her cheeks out in disappointment. Ah, well, he'd said the result would sometimes give her the high she was chasing. She'd have to go see him soon. Perhaps later in the day. She still didn't know her new drug dealer's name. She wondered what it was doing, if not giving her hallucinations.
Once the man had turned away, she'd down her little vial of liquid magic, and hope for the best--the hallucinogenic effect she craved.
It didn't come, and she puffed her cheeks out in disappointment. Ah, well, he'd said the result would sometimes give her the high she was chasing. She'd have to go see him soon. Perhaps later in the day. She still didn't know her new drug dealer's name. She wondered what it was doing, if not giving her hallucinations.
Let me make you smile, darling.
