The moan broke through Dave's concentration as he poured some of the bliss into the spoon but only for a second and his mind was back on one of the two things he needed to stay sane. Since one of those things was not a thing but a god, the heroin was even more important, even more needed. Bubble, bubble, up into the needle, Dave wrapped the tube around his arm impatiently, tugging at it with his teeth and, just as quick as Dylan had, the needle was pushed into a vein and his body and mind were taken over by nirvana.
The needle dropped, abandoned on the floor, the tubing slipped from between Dave's teeth and fell as well, and the mortal slumped back against the couch with his own blissful, happy groan. "Fuck- perfect." He murmured, squirming slightly as it made his way through his entire system, wrapped around his blood, his heart, and his mind and... there was nothing better than this, even being in Marijuana's arms.