Michael Clary wouldn't ask (whitherwander) wrote in repose, @ 2016-04-05 22:10:00 |
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Entry tags: | *log, janus allen, michael clary |
log: michael and janis - diner
Who: Michael C and Janis A
What: Pancakes are good for all kinds of hangovers, including hallucinogens.
Where: The diner.
When: The morning after the easter egg hunt.
Warnings/Rating: N/A
What was there to do after discovering that a night of running around until totally out of breath had basically come from the grown-up equivalent of a shitty college prank? Spiked punch, spiked nametags, it was all the same to Michael. His life was strange enough without losing control of his faculties. Not that the scientist in him wasn't sleepily roused to be intrigued by a hallucinogen that synced sensory experiences between two people. Whoever did this, they were very, very good, and they stood to make an insane amount of money for themselves or someone else. Judging by the proximity of the facility where he worked, Michael was inclined to think 'someone else' would reap the bulk of the profits, but still. He had to tip his hat. While feeling like he'd been hit by a mac truck and not condoning human testing.
Mostly, he was just glad to feel like he could rely on his own senses again, and after reading the press release the town had published on his phone, he made an executive decision. He and Janis were going to get some pancakes.
Which is how they came to be in the diner, coffee cups filled to the brim. Michael picked his mug up with both hands, not even bothering to doctor it. Black was fine, right now. No mix-ins, no adulterants - just pure, smoking bitter caffeine.
"Anyone ever peer pressure you into doing acid?" he asked Janis, staring, bleary over the coffee. They were sitting at the corner booth because he had hustled them straight there, anticipating a post-trauma rush on comfort food. Based on the line developing at the door, he wasn't wrong.