[If it isn't Mistress Buzzkill. He snickers, less bothered by the slap than he would have been ten seconds ago before the whole of his existence went fuzzy around the edges. The sting of the hit is a sensation that melds into the overwhelming sense of comfort afforded him by the drug.
There's enough left in his baggy for another line and he dangles it in the air between him and Ilde before tucking it into the inside of his pants, where she's unlikely to reach.]
I have other things in mind.
[He shares the memory of the loaded dice with her. Ingenious, right? For charity!]
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[If it isn't Mistress Buzzkill. He snickers, less bothered by the slap than he would have been ten seconds ago before the whole of his existence went fuzzy around the edges. The sting of the hit is a sensation that melds into the overwhelming sense of comfort afforded him by the drug.
There's enough left in his baggy for another line and he dangles it in the air between him and Ilde before tucking it into the inside of his pants, where she's unlikely to reach.]
I have other things in mind.
[He shares the memory of the loaded dice with her. Ingenious, right? For charity!]