Who: Delilah (quick, closed narrative) What: Forging prescriptions and getting them filled. When: The day after Delilah used her powers of awesomely deceptive kissy-face syndrome on dr. watson. Where: All about the town, cruisin' like a G6 in her coupe. Warnings: Not nearly enough for a Delilah thread.
Who ever said that a free ride was easy? They'd obviously not once had to deal with the headaches that Delilah was faced with on a daily basis. It was hot and heavy business to seduce doctors, investigate one's own prescriptions, forge them, fill them, and look good while doing so.
Her only real priority was getting this whole eating people thing under control. Preferably by the time her boo came into town for their upcoming date night. Because.. while Mr. Bradshaw might have had no intentions of leaving his wife for Delilah, something told her that he'd be more than willing to cut off her financial marionette strings if he found a horde of dead hobos under her bed. There would be no way of explaining that away, they certainly wouldn't match the decor..
The image was a little too gross to consider for an extended period of time, and Delilah's dramatically convulsive shudder had her veering off the freeway altogether, at 75+ mph. Thankfully, Mercedes have prime handling capabilities, and she managed not to die in a fiery wreck of horrific carnage, which she might questionably deserve.
God, she had to wonder, when did she get so morbid?
The pharmacy was more than compliant with Delilah when she dropped off her prescriptions. They didn't ask her any questions and certainly didn't say anything about having to fax an invoice to the doctor's office for record of controlled substances.
Because while Delilah picked some amphetamine diet pill at random from Web MD, if there's one thing she knew about committing felonies... it was that you either went big, or you went home. So yes, she used that second blank slip for a prescription of 120 percocet, 10 mg. If nothing else, she could use the pills to bribe those old hags at Saks into a new fragrance or bracelet or something.
By the end of this trip, Delilah had every reason to believe she was an utter genius, or maybe some kind of criminal mastermind/cleopatra hybrid. Both were reasonable assumptions when she left the pharmacy, goodies in tow.