Pansy stared down at the pill in her hand. “Oh. Thanks. A pill with a side of paronizing sarcasm. Best ever.” She said, rolling her eyes and stuffing the pill in her pocket. She wasn't about to refuse it. Free drugs were free drugs. Even if she could get them almost anywhere. Pansy had connections, man. The dude who worked at the bowling alley, the head waitress at the Olive Garden, the bartender down at Sleezy McPete's. She knew 'em all by … okay, well maybe not name. Occupation, then. And they knew when she was coming in.
“Look, it's been fun. Thanks for the chips, and everything. All of this bonding and shit makes me feel all warm and goopy inside. But I'm gonna take off now. I've got...” Well, she didn't really have places to go, people to see or things to do. Besides heading home and toking up before playing a shit ton of Mario Kart. But he didn't need to know that. "Shit I wanna do. So... later." She was sure he didn't want to hang around chatting it up with her, either. She gave him a wave of her hand then turned to head off down the street.