Darlene nodded earnestly at Elliot’s explanation, playing along with him for no other reason that she truly enjoyed fucking with people sometimes, and John had made himself the newest addition on that long list — there was only so much that she could shock Elliot with anymore, and even then it was territory that she had to tread lightly in. The guy was a little high-strung on most days (doing too much morphine on top of a variety of mental issues could do that to a person.) and could fly off the handle at even the slightest joke. “Don’t worry, he’ll say all of them once I’m gone, though. But, I’m a changed girl now, found Jesus and seen the light and all that bullshit. Today is just my cheat day.” At that she laughed and took another hit from the joint poised between her fingers, tilting her head back to blow out a few rings of smoke, watching them dissipate into the air above her head a shot moment after.

“Yeah, go ahead, take you pick.” She held the bag up for John to have a closer look, shaking the contents around inside of it in an attempt to spread them out a little within their confined plastic space. “Word of caution, if you don’t know what is it, then you probably shouldn’t go asking for it. I’m not being blamed if you start tripping out and thinking the floor is lava or something."

Darlene paused, looking over at Elliot with an all too amused expression. “Listen to me, I almost sound responsible. And Prophecy isn’t that bad… It’s a classic 80’s Frakenheimer cyborg bear horror. You gotta give it a chance."

Yeah, she was really selling it with that description.