thea_ (thea_) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2009-05-25 18:25:00 |
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Entry tags: | pasithea |
Who: Pasitha and OPEN
What: Never accuse Thea of sleeping with people to get her drugs
When: Memorial Day, between the rain and the hail
Where: Central Park
Warnings: Language
Pasithea had the attention span of a goldfish. She'd known this for most of her very long life, and the people she surrounded herself with learned it rather quickly. It was almost as much part of her as the slightly goofy smile she almost always had on her lips. The smile that constantly had teachers assuming that she was messing around in her seat in the back of the class. She couldn't count how many time she'd been asked to move up to the front of the room so that teachers could 'keep an eye on' her. The only class where behavioral issues didn't rear their ugly heads was Classics. In fact, she excelled in Classics.
"You're making this way harder than it is." Pasithea took the pen out of her mouth, holding it between two fingers as she pointed to the words on the page. "It's really easy. Virum mihi, Camena, insece versutum Pater noster, Saturni filie, Mea puer, quid verbi ex tuo ore supra fugit. See?"
"No. You read it in Latin," Madison Dearborn answered, sounding relatively annoyed. "I can read it in Latin. I can't read it in English."
"Tell me, O muse, about the skillful man, our father, son of Saturn . . . my daughter, what statement flies up out of your mouth?" the goddess read. "Okay, you find the verb first, 'fugit', and then you have to look at the ending to tell what it corresponds to, so you find the subject—"
"Ugh!" Thea watched as Madison squeezed her eyes shut before reaching to close the book in her hands. "Thea, c'mon. Can we just smoke? And I thought you said you had some acid."
"Well, yeah, Maddie." She didn't look impressed with her friend. She didn't love being interupted. "But you're the one who's gotta pass this so you can graduate, right? So I thought we were gonna study and then drop."
Madison shook her head and flopped down into the wet Central Park grass. "We studied. Now let's toke."
It wasn't as if Pasithea was the most responsible person in the world and if her friend didn't care about her future, then she wasn't about to not pull out the numerous drugs she was carrying. She was a good Classics student, but she wasn't exactly a task master when it came to studying, which likely explained her grades in other classes. Besides, Madison's complete inability to pick up what Pasithea saw as an incredibly simplistic language was beginning to get on her nerves. Not to mention, she'd read the Odyessey about five thousand times already.
She shrugged and reached for her bag. "'Kay, let's toke."
Normally Thea wasn't one to mix her drugs, preferring to stick with one and an alcohol of choice, but drinking in public without getting caught was more difficult than smoking before popping a tab of acid on her tongue. Madison followed suit and it wasn't long before the Latin books had been completely forgotten and both girls were staring up at the cloudy skies.
"You get the best stuff, Thea," Madison giggled. "Where do you get it?"
"Not telling."
"Come onnnnnnn!"
"No." Thea wrinkled her nose at the thought of divulging her sources. It wasn't as if The Highway was some big secret, but these spoiled uptown kids didn't know about it, and until they found out she was their number one source. The drugs were top quality and she could charge as much as she wanted. The profit margin was insane. "You're getting it, aren't you?"
"Yeah, but it's ridic good." Bracing herself on her arms elbows, Madison sat up and glanced over at Pasithea. "Honestly, who're you sleeping with?"
"Huh?"
"Who're you sleeping with?" she repeated, apparently not noticing the disapleased look that had almost instantly come to Thea's lips at the insinuation. "You must give a good blowjob."
Not high enough just yet to let something like that slide, Pasithea found herself sitting up quite abruptly and reaching for her things. "I'm not sleeping with anyone for my stash, thanks." Bitch, she added silently. "I'm married." She got up in a huff, listing slightly to the side as she tried to find her center of gravity. It was hard to storm off with dignity when you were almost too stoned to walk in a straight line.
"The fuck do you mean, you're married?" Madison asked incredulously.
"I mean I'm married to my husband, Hypnos, who would totally kick your ass if he heard you say that, and my supplier might too. God!" Thea shot back angrily.
She'd never had much power, being a handmaiden and all, but given that hallucinogenic drug use was a constant in human history, she had enough to spare. Her lips pursed again and she called on some of that power, reaching just slightly into Madison's drug clouded mind to touch on the acid trip she hadn't yet started into. It would be the worst trip she'd ever had.
It started to hail right as she was heading off, muttering underneath her breath about the nerve of some people. Only the eventual screams, signifying a trip gone wrong, really started to cheer her up and eventually she was too far down the park paths to actually hear them.