Humming a speedy tune that belonged to no song at all, Semele poured some of the cocaine on the dirty table in front of them, her credit card moving with the practised ease of one who had spent a very long time cutting lines in the past. "They know me here," Semele was saying quickly as she neatened the lines. "They don't make a fuss over a little powder, and I give some of them cheap prices when I'm dealing. Lots of coke in this place, good place."
She pulled her dark hair over one shoulder to keep it out of the way and leaned down to snort a line of the cocaine, leaning her head back and sniffing a few times afterwards and then rubbing at her nose with the back of her hand. "It's really pure. I get it from the god who creates the stuff, so it's always the best."