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From:

rathercommon

[ Kitty purses her lips. ]

You're bloody chipper today, aren't you.

[ Then: ]

Yeah. He runs a magic shop.

Edited Date: 2016-11-04 09:54 pm (UTC)

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From:

nastygram

Um, because I'm already having an awesome time, that's why.

[She scrapes the cut up pieces into a neat pile on the plastic draped over her thigh, using her fingernail to keep good order.]

Seriously, a magic shop? Is that what that Heathers-for-crabs shit is? Magic?

From:

rathercommon

Of course it is.

[ She snuggles down further in her chair, twisting herself up even further to really get comfortable. Kitty is rather alarmingly bendy. ]

There's no bloody science that can turn a hermit crab shell into a movie projector, is there. Billy is a very powerful spellcaster. One of the most powerful in his own world, and one of the most powerful here, too.

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From:

nastygram

And yet he's still stuck here like the rest of us. So I guess I'm only minimally impressed.

[Her pipe clinks quietly against her rings when she shakes it out of the bag. Expertly, Darlene flips it around and starts packing the bowl with little pinches and pushes of her fingers.]

Conversationally:]

So-o, who's your dealer?

From:

rathercommon

[ A small shrug, and an attempt to sound casual: ]

I'll give him your number, if you end up liking it.

[ Because you can never be certain who's a narc. ]

I like your rings, by the way.

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From:

nastygram

[Darlene pauses in her work to shoot Kitty a look.]

Seriously?

From:

rathercommon

[ Kitty frowns a little bit, a little thrown by that response. ]

Yeah. They're cool. You've got a cool style.

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From:

nastygram

Yeah, thanks-- [sharp and impatient] --but I mean seriously, you're getting cagey with me on a dealer's name? Do I look like a snitch to you? With my cool style?

From:

rathercommon

Oh.

[ A little shrug. ]

Well. I don't even know your real bloody name, do I.

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From:

nastygram

[She snorts, and goes back to work.]

Okay, weird thing to say. But also, I don't believe for a second that Kitty is your actual name.

From:

rathercommon

I mean that you don't trust me, and you're not honest about things, so why on earth would I trust you.

[ An irritated shake of her head. ]

Anyway, yes it is my real name. [ Well - ] A nickname. Short for Kathleen.

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From:

nastygram

Uh-huh. And do you usually smoke it up with people you don't trust, Kathleen?

[She holds out the pipe, with something that's nearly a smile.]

From:

rathercommon

[ Kitty unbunches herself from the armchair to reach out and take the pipe from Darleen, a faint apprehension on her face. She doesn't do anything with it yet, saying - ]

I don't smoke it up with anyone, actually. I've never done this before.

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From:

nastygram

[Darlene raises her eyebrows.]

Wow, I'm so surprised.

[--not exactly unkindly.]

Wait, but please tell me you did not just go door to door until you found a dealer for this shit.

From:

rathercommon

Please.

[ She's actually rather offended. ]

I'm not an idiot. I've never bought drugs before, that doesn't mean I've never bought anything before.

[ Anything illegal, she means. Natch. ]

I have someone I already knew.

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From:

nastygram

Aww. Good for you. It's nice having friends, or whatever. Now--

[She throws her lighter to Kitty, a soft underhanded toss.]

Light up and pop that pot cherry already. I need some kind of buffer. Thumb over the hole, deep inhale. Try not to cough all over the end 'cause I do not want to catch your threeway mono from all the swinging action you get.

From:

rathercommon

[ Kitty catches the lighter capably, then sits up. She shoots Darlene a slightly dubious look, but goes for it - she wishes she could ask Darlene to do it first, just for a model, but she really doubts that Darlene would try it without seeing Kitty go first - and manages. Though she ends up coughing, of course. She does turn her head away from the pipe, in spite of her annoyance at the way that Darlene phrased that request.

Her response to the taste is a low, disgusted - ]

Ugh.

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From:

nastygram

Cute.

[Almost like a compliment. It lacks general derision, at least, which should count for something. Darlene holds her hand out for the return of the stuff.]

So you're, what. Into the harder stuff?

From:

rathercommon

[ She passes the pipe over, frowning a little, equally confused by the slight thawing of Darlene's chilliness and the question itself - ]

What d'you mean?

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From:

nastygram

I mean, if you aren't buying pot off your pal, what are you buying? Smack? Shrooms? Molly? No judgement, okay, I wanna know what kind of big league shit I'm getting myself into. That's all.

[She takes a hit, holds her breath a sec, then lets it out in a narrow stream of smoke, sinks back against the couch without holding it back out for Kitty to take.]

Honestly, I am not deep into the scene myself, but I'm not an anti.

From:

rathercommon

[ And Kitty doesn't reach for it. Instead, she stares at Darlene, uncertain how much to tell her - and then finally shakes her head and just answers. ]

Weapons. At times.

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From:

nastygram

[Darlene looks at her from the bottoms of her eyes, without lifting her head off the cushion.]

Weapons?

[She laughs.]

Oh, shit. For real? Like what are we talking about, and when?

From:

rathercommon

I didn't actually buy anything from him. I was just - preparing.

[ She grimaces and runs a hand through her hair. ]

When the Soviets invaded. And when - oh, when we all turned into younger versions of ourselves. All completely ridiculous, but - I turned thirteen again, went looking for things. Didn't get my hands on anything, fortunately.

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From:

nastygram

Oh my god.

[Darlene sits up at that, with a grin.]

What were you trying to get? Wait, here--

[Just in case Kitty needs the extra encouragement, she passes back the pipe and lighter, scooting to the edge of the couch so she doesn't have to strain overmuch to get it to her.]

Then weapons deets, okay. Oh my god, this place is so fucked up.

From:

rathercommon

[ Kitty's second attempt with the pipe goes smoother; she inhales and holds her breath a decently long while before coughing it up again. As she does, she answers: ]

Explosives.

[ She clears her throat, then goes on: ]

And knives. When I was younger - turned younger - I didn't know shit, so I was also looking for throwing discs - they're these sharp silver things, you throw them at demons and they do real damage. Of course, you know, well done, thirteen-year-old-me, because there aren't even any bloody demons around here, are there.

[ She passes the pipe back. ]