Her ears perked at her aunts question. She could explain how Cocaine worked on the brain and that not many other compounds could replicate such actions. Or she could just tell her that the drug she loved was one of a kind, supremely addictive and growing more scarce as time went on.
“Nothing matches those white rocks, just that the plant they come from can’t grow up here, so supply will continue to dwindle. Like my Meth supply, takes a chemistry lab to create.” She responded rather nonchalantly. Demi was a acid lover, loved to take vivid trips into her imagination, and sometimes she’d take uppers to keep herself up in the lab. A soft smile was given as she approached her aunt.
“I just worry about someday in the future having to deal with you detoxing” she said as her eyes met her aunts.
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