dustyangel (dustyangel) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2009-12-24 23:41:00 |
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Entry tags: | ghb, pcp, rohypnol |
Who: PCP, Rohypnol, and GHB
What: A merry get-together
When: Christmas Eve
Where: PCP's apartment
Warnings: Drug use, violence, sexuality
PCP loved her apartment. She loved the dance floor that replaced a kitchen in the layout of the place, and she loved her coffee table covered in bottles and boxes; vodka, gin, and eggnog mostly, but also a box of orange juice. PCP liked the holidays - she wasn't a fan of organized religon, heavens no, but she wasn't particularly opposed to it, either, not in the vehement way that Marijuana or other members of her family were. She liked that these seemingly random events during the year could bring her family together; she liked any excuse at all to be with her siblings, really. She was a leech of a drug; she liked cigarettes, joints, alcohol, anything at all really. She liked to mix, needed those connections with her family to feel alive, and indeed she wouldn't have had nearly the power she had if not for her siblings - no one in their right mind did straight PCP anymore, the mortals knew she was dangerous, they had known for years.
She sat on the floor beside her coffee table, cross-legged and mixing drinks, dressed in the bustier that Marijuana had given her with a black robe thrown over it - not for any sort of modesty, she had none - just because she liked the feel of the silk on her skin. Beside the bottles of alcohol and juice, she had two unmarked droppers of clear liquid, which she indiscriminately dropped into the drinks. She did so enjoy making her brother and sister happy, after all. It was a pity that so few of the family enjoyed these kinds of games, Marijuana especially, but she would take what she could get. The door was unlocked, but when she felt one of her siblings coming close, she jumped to her feet, drugged drink in hand, slunk over to her door, and flung it open with a toothy grin.
"Merry Christmas!" She screeched.