Druggie Love - Septiplier AU

7 - Setup

I'm meeting with the American dealer again today.

Fork stopped using Terror ever since he had a kid. "Don't want her to grow up in a drug- home, y'know?" This was his lame excuse to not snort. Pathetic. He just couldn't handle it.

I go to the rendezvous point - a coffee shop just outside of Dublin. It was sure to be crowded, and no one would notice two people exchange cups. My cup would have one K, hers 13 G's of pure heaven. It'd been about six days since my last whiff of Terror.

I walk into the shop, where, sure enough, was overcrowded with way too many people. I take my seat in the back corner, where we discussed. I wait precisely three minutes, periodically checking my watch, and then I grab an empty cup and a lid from the stack of extras they have on a small table near me. I wind myself nimbly through the throng of mingling people as I make my way to the men's bathroom. Withdrawal is seeping in rapidly - I need my fix, and fast.

I lock my stall door and put my K in the cup, then the lid over that. I decide to take a piss, because, "Hey, why not, y'know? I'm right here anyway..." I think with a shrug of my shoulder. When I finish, I grab my cup and head to the sink to wash my hands. "You like the coffee here so much you brought in here with you?" said the guy next to me at the sinks. "Yeah, I do. Have you ever tried their caramel macchiato?" I replied, playing it smooth. He shakes his head 'No' as I leave through the door.

I sit back down at my table, where the American now sits, exactly on time, as planned. She attempts small talk, but I won't hear it. Terror is the only thing running through my mind. I dismiss her feeble conversation starters as I grab her cup. I feel the weight to it and can feel it's not a liquid. I peek inside and confirm that it is 13 G's of Terror. I trade her cup for mine; she also checks her new cup to make sure I payed.

I leave soon after the American does and make my way to my house, which is a short block to the right of the shop. I make it to my house without so much as a glance from anyone.

Just as I start to snort my first line, I hear a knock on my door. I don't hear it again, so I chalk it up to nerves from withdrawal. I roll my eyes and quickly do two lines, basking in the glory of the exhilaration from the small and sharp pins going into my head, causing waves of pleasure to rock my body.

A/N- Who do you think the American dealer is? Was the guy in the bathroom important? Who's at the door? Are you liking this story so far? Do you want more? Check my profile if you want to send me any messages, or just leave a comment. Thanks! Kate out~~