“Well, we don’t shoot shit into our veins anymore, we save that for Thursdays.” Darlene’s face remained completely serious, leaning over in her chair so that she could tap a few ashes off of the end of the joint into the ashtray on the table before taking another hit — and being careful not to accidentally let any of them float their way into Elliot’s line of fresh white powder, snorting ashes probably wasn’t something that he wanted to be doing that evening.

“Okay, listen and listen good, because this is the kind of shit they don’t teach you but they really should. Those colorful little pills are Molly, they’ll make you feel pretty good, but it’ll probably get kinda weird and you’ll keep asking us to touch you and that’s not really a road I wanna go down today — we just met. There’s a couple prescription meds in there; they’ve all pretty much got the names on them; Xanax and Ambien will knock you out, unless you can stay awake and then you’ll feel pretty good. Adderall will keep you up, kinda like speed. The white powder stuff is for Elliot. He’s got some coke there if you wanna try that. And… there might be a tab of acid in there, if you’re feeling like really tripping balls."

Darlene rattled off the drugs without a moment of hesitation — proving that this was in no way her first foray into the world of illicit substances, which could both be seen as a good and bad thing. But better to have someone well versed in the world of recreational drug use than someone who knew absolutely nothing, right? “Well, too fuckin’ bad. I brought it and unless you got anything better lying around here, then Prophecy it is."