Who: Ecstasy and Ketamine What: Taxis, blankets, and the importance of touch Where: Transcendence When: Backdated to the wee hours of Tuesday night/Wednesday morning Warnings: Drug use
As soon as it was determined that Ketamine would take a taxi to the club and Ecstasy would meet him outside to pay for the cab, Ecstasy could not focus on a single thing. Of course, this wasn't particularly unusual of him, so his employees didn't so much as bat an eye when Adam came bouncing down from his personal floor, hugged everyone he could reach, and snagged a wad of bills from the cash drawer behind the bar before bouncing out the door. They had long since decided that their boss was weird, probably one of those eccentric rich types, but he paid them well and didn't care if they rolled a little while on the clock so they tolerated his outbursts.
Outside, Ecstasy hopped from foot to foot with poorly concealed impatience. How long would it take? He wanted Ketamine to show up now so they could go upstairs and flip and he could snuggle K into his ridiculously huge bed so that his most favorite little brother (but shhh, it was a secret) wouldn't have to come out of the hole and be lost again! Oh, he loved his whole family, there was no doubt of that. But ketamine-the-drug enhanced a user's sense of touch and ecstasy-the-drug did the same and together, Ketamine- and Ecstay-the-gods could have entire conversations through the brush of a hand or a hug. That bond was one he didn't have with very many users at all, and therefore cherished. He peered one way down the street, then the other, until finally a pair of headlights revealed an iconic yellow taxi barreling up the road and coming to a halt in front of the club.
With a delighted squeal, Ecstasy carelessly shoved the entire handful of cash (almost double the fare, but then nothing was too expensive when it came to his family) at the driver while trying to open the back door at the same time. "You're here you're here!"