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[right][b]Interactions:[/b]  Kersten [@Rekkuza] Tuyen[@Fernstone]
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Drugs for a smile seemed like a bad business practice, but if it benefited Vicky then she had no complaints. She even managed to not make a smart ass remark about how she’d already covered the cost then, having totally smiled on her approach. Instead, Vicky just took her pointer finger and dug it into her cheek as she tilted her head. She threw in a couple of batted eyelashes as a bonus and smiled harder, even if it made her face hurt.

Fortunately, that overextended smile didn’t last for long as Kersten verbally slapped it off of her face as Vicky immediately took everything the wrong way. Her jaw dropped. First of all, that’s not her name. Second, Kersten had to be super high to even think that Vicky was a little bit drunk. She was, at best, maybe tipsy. Fourth, or whatever number she was on, did Kersten just say that Vicky’s vibes were bad? Bullshit! That was bullshit! Her vibes were good. Her vibes were the best. She had better vibes than anyone else at this stupid lame party! 

And also, and also, and also…where were they going? Vicky shot a look of panic over her shoulder at Tuyen as Kersten began to gently and carefully guide her towards a hazy corner of the warehouse. This was a kidnapping. She was getting taken, just like in that the dumb movie Chef had made her go see at the drive-in theater. What had it been called? Anyway, Vicky was going to run so that she wasn’t taken too, a risky option in these heels, and Kersten must’ve sensed it when she started talking about ending up in the hospital or going on a bad trip, presumably to some vague and forgettable country in Eastern Europe where his drug suppliers were established. 

[color=greenyellow]”So instead, your good pal Kushten will hook you up with a nice comfy beanbag and a bag of cheetos.”[/color] Douplespeak, that was doublespeak for torture! [color=greenyellow]“And then we’re gonna chill until you sober up a bit, and then we’ll make sure you’re not sober for a good long while.”[/color] Dope her up and make her an addict, more like. [color=greenyellow]“I’ll even give you the really good bud I usually keep for myself.”[/color] More like mail her off to some rich drug kingpin…a rich drug kingpin that Kersten was also dating casually? [color=greenyellow]“I just want everyone to have a nice evening. That’s why I made my brownies extra weak tonight. Even newbies like you should be able to handle them!”[/color]

Vicky furrowed her brow. None of this really tracked as the kind of thing a drug dealer working for a human trafficker would say. The second she got to the beanbag chair she dropped into it, sniffing at the strange and unpleasant skunk smell that kicked up the moment she flopped in. Even if these stoners tried anything, they were dweebs, losers, nerds. She could beat all of these stupid Shaggies up, and she was drunk, no, not drunk, just a little tired, long day, that’s all, she’d still win, and what’s with this chair? How was it the most comfortable thing she had ever sat in while also being completely gross? She could really sink into it. She closed her eyes…

…and shot right back up, realizing that Kersten had been patronizing her! That little bitch! He thought Vicky was a bad hang, was that it? Had that dumbass Chef already gotten to them first? She flopped about, trying to find a way to sit up in the beanbag chair, the leather squelching disgustingly as she floundered. Uggggggh! Aggggh! Why did chairs like this exist? But that was it, right? She was being timed out from the party because Chef had told everyone that she had dumped him for sympathy points (which should have been her sympathy points, damn it!) and now Kersten was putting her in a corner until Vicky thought about what she did? 

Or, or, or was it because—Jesus Christ, why couldn’t she sit up—or was it because—seriously, how was she sinking deeper into the chair—it was totally because Vicky not being around meant that everyone had a better evening. Is that what they all thought? Bastards. Fuck these bastards, and fuck this beanbag chair. It was like being stuck in quicksand. She’d show them. Where was her phone? She’d call the cops. Bust this whole party up. Put Kersten in time out. For life, motherfucker. 

[color=32cd32]“Hey man, fuck you. Fuck you, man. She thinks I’m a newbie? Me? I’m Vicky. I’M VICKY!”[/color] rambled Vicky as her hand smacked around the beanbag in a frantic search, talking both to Kersten and Tuyen but also to herself. [color=32cd32]“[b]MY NAME IS VICKY![/b] I’m not a Victoria, I’m not your pal, and I don’t want to [i]chill[/i] with you. I don’t give a shit why most people are here, you’re here because you have drugs. It’s the only reason why you were invited. It’s the only reason why anyone would talk to you. It's the only reason why someone like me would waste her time talking to you!”

“Please? I can handle my shit. So give us drugs,”[/color] slurred Vicky. She had stumbled over half of her words and muttered the other half into the beanbag. She tried pointing at Kersten, only to dip lower into the chair and point up at the ceiling. [color=32cd32]“Or else!”[/color]

Where was her phone? Had it sunk into the beanbag? It had just been in her pocket. Vicky froze, or she tried to, her foot kicking up as she sunk even deeper into the beanbag. 

She didn’t have any pockets. Shit, she didn’t have any pockets. Where was her phone? 

[color=32cd32]“[b]TUYEN![/b]”[/color] hollered the beanbag. [color=32cd32]“[b]TUYEN MY PHONE![/b]”[/color] 

A tuft of staticy blonde hair briefly emerged from the comfort abyss as Vicky shouted frantically at Kersten, [color=32cd32]“[i][b]And I don’t care what Chef told you, he’s a fucking loser and a liar and I hate him and he broke my heart and now I’m going to DIE ALONE!”[/b][/i][/color]

She disappeared as she flopped back down, hoping that inside of the beanbag nobody could see her tears. She called out to Tuyen between sniffles, holding out a hand expectantly, [color=32cd32]“And a drink?”[/color]