Nov 16, 2007 02:31
Oddly enough, VII was closer than Madame Lily's, so Pickles led the way into the room, holding the door for Remy, "Interest you in anything?" The way he said it could only mean one thing. Illicit and wholly dubious narcotics.
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His brow arched at the question, and the smug came right back again, "D'pends on how likely it is t'knock me on m'ass I s'pose."
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The room of Pickles was a veritable treasure trove of pharmaceuticals. He went to the desk, opened a drawer and pulled out a couple pills. "Take two, call me in the mornin'." He said, handing the small, round, hand-pressed pills with tiny smiley faces on their flat sides.
"Those are pretty weak by my standards, so they should suit you just fine." Which is to say, they'd take the edge off the doldrums and make Remy more relaxed.
(Though the narration would like to state that any more relaxed, and Remy'd be a puddle. Just sayin'.)
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"Dunno." He said with a shrug and another small smirk, "Pretty weak by y'standards migh' still be 'nough t'kill livestock." What? He'd heard rumors okay?
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So, uh, default setting still.
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