The Demon gets baked

The hotel

When we got back to the hotel I followed Gene back to his room. I had a room of my own but I didn't think it was wise to leave him alone. He was still pretty freaked. When he got out the room key he just stared at it for a moment.

"I don't think it's gonna fit. Look at it! It's the size of a sledge hammer."

" Don't worry, it'll fit. See?" And I took the key and let us into the room. Gene went to use the bathroom and after a second he called through the door, "Whoa, you ought to see this! Is this a side effect, or what?"

"Oh God," I said as I covered my eyes. Not that I hadn't planned on checking it out, of course. But I didn't think that was going to be on the agenda for tonight now. Again I felt like killing the guys for their little stunt.

I helped Gene get undressed and get into bed. Even in his current state he still couldn't help being his usual amorous self but I told him he needed to rest and let the drugs wear off. I think we both agreed this was a wise decision when the hallucinations really kicked in. At one point he looked at me, screamed like I'd just sprouted horns and started backing away from me. I went to get a cold wash cloth for his head not knowing what else to do to calm him down. When I came back to the bed he was on the phone with Peter and I heard him tell him that my face was melting and asking him if he was going to OD.

Gene really didn't seem that reassured when he got off the phone. I was a little freaked out, myself, seeing him in this state. It was so unlike his usual cool, collected self. I was beginning to worry if there was something besides just weed in those brownies. His reaction seemed a little extreme.

He flinched away when I put the wash cloth to his head. I settled down beside him on the bed and took his hand. "Look, my face is not melting. It's just the drugs making you see things. See?" And I put his hand on my cheek. This seemed to soothe him.

He sighed and rubbed his eyes. "Oh, man. My mother would be so disappointed if she knew about this." He sounded so miserable it broke my heart a little.

"Hey, you didn't take that crap on purpose. She never has to know, alright?"

"Alright. Will you stay here tonight? I'm seriously afraid I'll OD." I looked at him, trying to decide if this was part of his schtick or if he was really afraid to be left alone. Seeing the beads of sweat on his forehead and the wild look in his eyes made me decide that maybe he was really nervous about it. And I didn't want him to hurt himself if he started hallucinating again.

"I'll stay. But if it makes you feel any better I've never heard of anyone OD'ing on pot brownies."

Not long after he nodded off. As I watched him sleep I couldn't help but think he looked kinda sweet unconscious. He looked so peaceful and innocent, that devilish glint gone for once. It made me regret shutting him down earlier. God, I wanted him, I thought. But not tonight. It wouldn't have been right in his condition. When it finally happens I want him good and lucid, totally in his right mind. I want him to remember it.
As I was thinking these thoughts I began to get sleepy and soon after nodded off, myself.

The next morning everyone was in the hotel lobby getting ready to leave. Gene was mostly back to normal, just a little quieter than usual and still a bit shaken. As the others were talking he took me aside. "Uh, I hope I didn't do anything to upset you last night. It's all still a little fuzzy. Did we..."
" No. Maybe next time, huh?" I gave him a wink as I started to walk away. He gave me a little smack on the ass that me jump and start laughing. Yep, all was back to normal. But I think it was a long time before Gene touched another brownie.

The End.