hadriel | Mostly for Squad 3

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Mostly for Squad 3

[backdated to the 17th]

Did someone lose this? [Nothing holds up a denim jacket, just his size, and probably a better choice than the dirty coat he has on at the moment.] It's not mine. This thing is awesome though so I bet one of you wants it back.

I'm not too far from the Spires. You can have it if you want. [Although if the way he's holding onto it suggests anything, it's that he doesn't want to give it up.]

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I'll show you. [He's smoked most of his weed and opium by this point but he's still got six tabs of acid. (Tripping is no fun alone.)] Where do you want to meet?

Sounds mysterious. I'll bite. [guess who's just coming down from one hell of a coke habit?] How about outside of the library?

Very mysterious. I'll be there.

See you then.

[she makes it to the library and realizes she never got the name of her new friend]

Hey. I'm here. Are you?

[Who needs names to make a new friend? Nothing is there pretty quickly and waves.]

Yeah, I'm here. What do you want to start with?

[looks coy]

I dunno, what have you got?

[Reaching into his jacket pocket, Nothing palms his on-the-go stash and lets her see it: a nugget of pot, a foil-wrapped piece of opium, and an envelope of LSD.]

You pick. Whatever you're into. Or we can just smoke if you want. [He might have sounded a little overeager, but he couldn't help it. It had been a long time since he did anything as normal and comforting as hanging out and getting fucked up with someone. It endeared the girl to him and made his homesickness a little more acute.]

I'm Nothing, by the way.

[oooh, LSD. she's never actually had that before]

Let's try the LSD first. [she can hear the overeagerness and it's weirdly endearing. does he not have friends he can do this kind of stuff with here?]

Nothing, huh? Okay. My name's Laura.

Okay. Have you tripped before? [He asks this casually as he tears one of the tabs off the paper.] What have you done before, by the way? [Druggie talk was easy. He'd made most of his high school friends over it.]

Hi Laura. I like your dress. [Although, after he considers it a moment, he adds:] Are you cold?

No, I can't say that I have. [honesty was probably the best policy in this case] I've done cocaine, mostly. I tried pot a few times. And does alcohol even count? [she says with a laugh. Laura had to keep her drug use largely hidden back home, it didn't fit in with the image of the beloved homecoming queen image she cultivated]

Thanks. And I'm fine, my blood has always run hot.

[He chuckled a bit at her choice of words but offered a tab of LSD to Laura.] Put it under your tongue and suck on it. It'll kick in a little after the tab dissolves. And if you freak out I"ll be right here.

Alcohol doesn't count, [He smiles.] And neither does pot. I've never tried coke, though. Is it worth it?

[she takes the tab from him] Okay, sounds good to me.

Didn't think so. [she smiles back] And . . . yes and no. It worked great in the beginning. I was feeling no pain. But as I kept using it, I started having to use more and more to get the same effect. And the withdrawal was awful.

[she puts the tab of acid under her tongue]

[Nothing pops a tab under his own tongue and sucks his tongue, letting the paper dissolve slowly.] Just suck on it. It probably won't make you hallucinate, but things will seem more alive.

[He listens to what Laura has to say about the drug, frowning a bit when she describes the extent of her experience.] Sounds like I'll keep away from it, then. I'd rather have pain than withdrawal.

Hey, where're you from? [The question sounds sudden even to his ears and Nothing amends it.] I mean, you look like you're from close to where I am and when I am.

[she grins at him] I like anything that'll make me feel more alive.

[she nods] At first, it deadened my pain, but in the long run all it did was cause more pain. And I'm stuck dealing with the things that made me start using in the first place.

Me? I'm from Twin Peaks, Washington in 1989. How about you?

[He smiles back.] Me too.

Well, you don't have to deal with them today. Today you get to be alive.

1992. And New Orleans, I guess.

[her smile widens] Which is why you've got the good stuff.

Here's to that. Too bad we don't have any drinks, we could've made a toast.

1992, huh? So were the phones as confusing to you as they were to me?

[He shrugs a little.] The truth doesn't have to be a toast. But drinks would be good.

Yeah, I don't like using them. They're not like real phones.

Yeah, they would be. Lucky for us they don't seem to care about the legal drinking age here.

They're weird. I don't like using mine, either. I'd rather see who I'm talking to in real life, not over some video camera.

Wouldn't matter even if they did. If we find drinks, we can steal them.

I don't know why they're called phones. They're walkie-talkies mixed with TVs.

[she laughs maybe a little too loudly--the LSD is kicking in] You're right. The alcohol is free, so why not steal it?

Tiny, tiny little TVs. Who'd wanna watch anything on a screen so tiny, anyway?

That way it's always free no matter what.
[It's starting to kick in for him too, he thinks. Things certainly seem brighter both literally and figuratively, but that may be the company.]

Who knows? I guess there's someone out there who can't stand to be away from a TV even when they go outside.

As it should be! I mean, there's nothing to do here. The Speakeasy's okay, but it's no Bang Bang Bar.

[she stares at the cave ceiling with its artificial stars and reaches out to trace a constellation only see knows]

Ugh. You know what I call those kinds of people, Nothing? Boring.

At least someone's growing weed here now. That'll help, not that it makes up for being stuck.
[Everything's tedious if you're stuck.

Nothing watches her, smiling a little. She seems to be taking well to the acid.]

I think you're right.

Oh, yes. I can't wait until it's ready to go. I'll be first in line.

[which they are. stuck. stuck. stuck. but he's cool, so that helps]

I know I'm right.

If you need anything until then, I'll share.

[Laura's confident. Nothing had struggled with that before his father died, so he can't help but admire her for it.]

I'm guessing you didn't watch much TV at home.

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