leather
jackets, and pants made out of different material. His footwear
were always sneakers not necessarily the same brand but sneakers
nevertheless. There was one thing, however, about the group's
wardrobe that made it almost obvious that they were all friends.
The color of their clothing was always a deep smoldering
black.
Can't say I disagree with
such a fashion rule , Aradia thought to
herself, after all belonging to a clan
called NightShadow...well they can't exactly wear light blue now
can they?
This particular night Shayde, Whisper, Thorne, and Eventide were hanging
with Aradia and Saul at a club called Despair and loud music blared
from the speakers. A small plate of shot glasses sat in the center
of the table. Aradia picked up the bottle again and tried to pour
more of it into the glasses. Of course, by now she was so drunk she
kept missing the glasses and spilling all over the
table.
"Whoa there!" Saul said
while laughing. "Take it easy princess!"
"Oh but I am not a
princess," Aradia shrilled, "I am the Witch Queen!"
Saul smirked. "Well in that
case your majesty, how about trying something a bit
harder?"
"What do you
mean?"
His smirk grew wider and
Saul reached into his pocket. He then slowly pulled out a small
packet and dangled it in the air for all to see.
Thorne gasped. "Dude! Is
that..."
"Uh huh!" Saul said with a
deep nod.
The group now looked like a
bunch of hungry children being offered free candy.
Aradia, however, was
confused. "What's that?"
They all turned to look at
her in shock.
"Dude!" Eventide remarked,
"don't you know what this is?"
He then snatched the packet
out of Saul's hand and held it inches in front of her
face.
"No," Aradia stated
sarcastically, "that is kind of why I am asking!"
Eventide laughed as he
opened the packet and the pills spilled out onto the table. "This
stuff," he explained, "is the newest thing to hit the streets. It's
called Rage."
"It's cheap, it's good, and
you can have it any way you want." Thorne then reached out and
snatched two of the pills.
"Meaning?" asked
Aradia.
"Meaning," Shayde
interrupted as she watched Eventide whip out a few dollar bills and
lie them flat on the table. "You can smoke it, snort it, and inject
it anytime and anywhere. It will make you so high you would think
you were flying."
As if to reenforce how
versatile it is, Thorne pressed his thumb down on to the pills and
started crushing them. Eventide was already rolling up a dollar
bill and sticking it up his nose. Whisper bopped Eventide on the
head almost making him snort the whole dollar down.
"Hey," Whisper snapped,
"don't you forget about me!"
Eventide grumbled and handed
over one of the pills. Thorne laughed and started singing under his
breath, Don't You Forget About Me by Simple Minds.
Aradia, however, was now
stiff as a board. "Are we talking about drugs here?"
"No, we are talking about
bath soaps," Whisper remarked sarcastically as she powdered the
pill with the back of a spoon. She then mixed it with water in the
spoon, and heated it with a lighter. She then pulled out a long
rubber band and wrapped it around her arm.
"I thought you were taking
the pill," Shayde said.
"I am," said Whisper as she
reached into her coat and pulled out a syringe. "It's just I like
to inject and to swallow at the same time. It makes the high
stronger and last longer."
Shayde grabbed the remaining
pills left on the table and popped them in to her mouth. She had
grabbed a beer on a nearby table and swigged it down. After Whisper
injected, Shayde wobbled over to her with the beer in her hand.
Soon the look of euphoria came over Whisper's expression and it was
some difficulty that she was able to find her own pill and pop it
into her mouth. Wrapping her arm around Whisper's neck and letting
her lean her head against her shoulders, Shayde raised the beer to
Whisper's lips. Whisper wasn't even surprised, she just tipped her
head and gulped down the pill. Thorne had already wrapped the
crushed
jackets, and pants made out of different material. His footwear
were always sneakers not necessarily the same brand but sneakers
nevertheless. There was one thing, however, about the group's
wardrobe that made it almost obvious that they were all friends.
The color of their clothing was always a deep smoldering
black.
Can't say I disagree with
such a fashion rule , Aradia thought to
herself, after all belonging to a clan
called NightShadow...well they can't exactly wear light blue now
can they?
This particular night Shayde, Whisper, Thorne, and Eventide were hanging
with Aradia and Saul at a club called Despair and loud music blared
from the speakers. A small plate of shot glasses sat in the center
of the table. Aradia picked up the bottle again and tried to pour
more of it into the glasses. Of course, by now she was so drunk she
kept missing the glasses and spilling all over the
table.
"Whoa there!" Saul said
while laughing. "Take it easy princess!"
"Oh but I am not a
princess," Aradia shrilled, "I am the Witch Queen!"
Saul smirked. "Well in that
case your majesty, how about trying something a bit
harder?"
"What do you
mean?"
His smirk grew wider and
Saul reached into his pocket. He then slowly pulled out a small
packet and dangled it in the air for all to see.
Thorne gasped. "Dude! Is
that..."
"Uh huh!" Saul said with a
deep nod.
The group now looked like a
bunch of hungry children being offered free candy.
Aradia, however, was
confused. "What's that?"
They all turned to look at
her in shock.
"Dude!" Eventide remarked,
"don't you know what this is?"
He then snatched the packet
out of Saul's hand and held it inches in front of her
face.
"No," Aradia stated
sarcastically, "that is kind of why I am asking!"
Eventide laughed as he
opened the packet and the pills spilled out onto the table. "This
stuff," he explained, "is the newest thing to hit the streets. It's
called Rage."
"It's cheap, it's good, and
you can have it any way you want." Thorne then reached out and
snatched two of the pills.
"Meaning?" asked
Aradia.
"Meaning," Shayde
interrupted as she watched Eventide whip out a few dollar bills and
lie them flat on the table. "You can smoke it, snort it, and inject
it anytime and anywhere. It will make you so high you would think
you were flying."
As if to reenforce how
versatile it is, Thorne pressed his thumb down on to the pills and
started crushing them. Eventide was already rolling up a dollar
bill and sticking it up his nose. Whisper bopped Eventide on the
head almost making him snort the whole dollar down.
"Hey," Whisper snapped,
"don't you forget about me!"
Eventide grumbled and handed
over one of the pills. Thorne laughed and started singing under his
breath, Don't You Forget About Me by Simple Minds.
Aradia, however, was now
stiff as a board. "Are we talking about drugs here?"
"No, we are talking about
bath soaps," Whisper remarked sarcastically as she powdered the
pill with the back of a spoon. She then mixed it with water in the
spoon, and heated it with a lighter. She then pulled out a long
rubber band and wrapped it around her arm.
"I thought you were taking
the pill," Shayde said.
"I am," said Whisper as she
reached into her coat and pulled out a syringe. "It's just I like
to inject and to swallow at the same time. It makes the high
stronger and last longer."
Shayde grabbed the remaining
pills left on the table and popped them in to her mouth. She had
grabbed a beer on a nearby table and swigged it down. After Whisper
injected, Shayde wobbled over to her with the beer in her hand.
Soon the look of euphoria came over Whisper's expression and it was
some difficulty that she was able to find her own pill and pop it
into her mouth. Wrapping her arm around Whisper's neck and letting
her lean her head against her shoulders, Shayde raised the beer to
Whisper's lips. Whisper wasn't even surprised, she just tipped her
head and gulped down the pill. Thorne had already wrapped the
crushed
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