Who: PCP and Rohypnol What: Party time! Also distracting the family When: After this Where: PCP's hotel room Warning:PCP and Rohypnol
In retrospect, the room was actually too small for a legitimate party, but then, PCP had always liked it when mortals were tightly packed, so she supposed it was alright for the moment. There was a small attached kitchenette with a counter where she had placed every representative of the drug family that she could find at such short notice. Needles were passed around the small gaggle of mortals she had collected like sticks of gum, GHB flowed like water, and the smell of marijuana wouldn't be coming out of the walls even if the goddess of cleaning things brought her divine vacuum cleaner and - PCP let out a giggle and looked at the joint in her mouth - wet, of course, that was the whole point, bringing the drugs together - she was high, hot damn. There was music blasting, metal because she liked it, and a few songs that were nothing but screaming and screeching mixed with what sounded like a dying cat. It was all very relaxing.
She sighed and passed the joint on to a mortal male that had been laying with her on the bed and ruffled his hair. He had been the unlucky one that she had given a mixture of heroin and ketamine, and now he was just sort of .. laying there. She gave him a pat on the chest and hopped off the bed, apologized briefly to another mortal that she had stepped on, and then ambled for the door of the room. Everything was a mess, the room, the family - the family being most important, and PCP had taken it upon herself to distract one of her more volatile sisters. After taking a deep breath, she opened the door with a wide grin.
"Sister!" She exclaimed, because if it had been a cop knocking at her door, she would have felt it.