OOM: Drugs. Just say Yes!
Dec. 22nd, 2005 03:21 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Ramon's been a little busy, recently. There's been some interest, from a certain party, in the product that made him very rich and very powerful.
So while Random's otherwise occupied, Ramon's in their old room in the bar, taking the chance to cut some more from his pure supply.
He works fast. He's good at this sort of thing.
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Date: 2005-12-22 03:31 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-12-22 03:36 pm (UTC)Somehow, he's not surprised to find it's Gorlim. He leans on the doorpost of his room and just looks at him. 'What are you doing?'
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Date: 2005-12-22 03:38 pm (UTC)"Being here," he replies vaguely. And ducks under Ramon and into their room. "What are you doing?"
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Date: 2005-12-22 03:47 pm (UTC)'I'm working a bit.' There's package of powder on the desk, half open, a small pair of scales and lots of packs of baking soda and dried milk on the bed. 'What was making that noise?'
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Date: 2005-12-22 03:49 pm (UTC)Ramon doesn't cook.
This could be potentially interesting.
"Yeah... with baking soda. Dull!" he proclaims and gives off the appearance of forgetting about it while wandering closer.
"What noise?"
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Date: 2005-12-22 03:51 pm (UTC)Ramon gestures to the bed. 'Sit there if you want, away from it.' He pulls out a bottle of tequila and chucks it to him.
'The noise. Bells. And a thumping sound. What're you up to?'
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Date: 2005-12-22 04:03 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-12-22 04:09 pm (UTC)He eyes him for a moment because - there was definitely the sound of bells. Gorlim's 'innocence' doesn't fool him for a moment.
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Date: 2005-12-22 04:10 pm (UTC)"What's with the condensed milk, then?"
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Date: 2005-12-22 04:16 pm (UTC)He points to the large package of coke. 'It's pure. It'll kill people in that form and then they won't be able to come back for more. So it gets cut with other white things to lessen its strength - they'll still get high but no death unless they take far too much. And then that's their own stupid fault.'
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Date: 2005-12-22 04:19 pm (UTC)"It does what?"
Get high? Not so much a thing where he is from.
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Date: 2005-12-22 04:26 pm (UTC)'Gets people high. It's a drug. Its what I deal with, on Earth.'
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Date: 2005-12-22 04:27 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-12-22 04:32 pm (UTC)He weighs out some of the baking powder. 'It feels good. Makes your brain fly. You enjoy yourself.' He points at the package. 'This is coke. Every hit lasts about half an hour, and it's strong stuff. Expensive. People use it to party with - drugs, alcohol and sex. Doesn't get much better.'
He sounds a bit regretful really, but that can't be helped.
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Date: 2005-12-22 04:35 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-12-22 04:44 pm (UTC)He lazily cuts a line about four inches long, slightly heaped. 'That's a decent sized one. Of course, people take a lot of them throughout the day. Just not one huge one all at the same time.'
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Date: 2005-12-22 04:47 pm (UTC)He puts the box down and proceeds to look divinely disinterested in it.
Maybe it WOULD be fun to steal some of Ramon's underwear and hang it around the bar...
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Date: 2005-12-22 04:51 pm (UTC)'That's so.' Gorlim looks disinterested, so he turns back to his work. 'Looking forward to Christmas?'
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Date: 2005-12-22 04:53 pm (UTC)He eeeeeeyes the box again. And eeeeeeyes Ramon.
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Date: 2005-12-22 04:56 pm (UTC)'No secret. People are just probably so used to it they can't be bothered explaining. What do you want to know?'
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Date: 2005-12-22 04:58 pm (UTC)He scoooots towards the box.
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Date: 2005-12-22 05:07 pm (UTC)He empties the last of the baking powder and throws the box in the trash, reaching for some powdered milk. He's thankful the process of diluting the shit with sugars was done yesterday, this is just about beefing up the actual quantities. Easy work.
'Technically about celebrating the birth of Christ.'
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Date: 2005-12-22 05:17 pm (UTC)Or pretends to be considering this.
What he is actually doing is ferreting a bag from the corner of the desk into his cloak while Ramon is busy reaching for the milk.
"Interesting."
It's suddenly becoming a lot more boring in here, compared to how interesting things might potentially be out there.
"Right, then. I'll just... be off, shall I?"
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Date: 2005-12-22 05:20 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-12-22 05:24 pm (UTC)He is out the door again. The curious thump-thump-dingle! sound follows him down the hall...
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Date: 2005-12-22 05:27 pm (UTC)He shakes it off and goes back to work. He's nearly done, then all this shit can get cleaned up and he can take the stuff back to his home. So he continues, happily oblivious.