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Saturday, July 17th, 2004 08:00 pm
It has become a ritual for her. Returning home, returning to her room. Closing the door.

Removing one boot at a time. Lining them up very precisely. Removing her gloves and laying them on the dresser.

Sitting at the vanity. Taking out her supplies. Spoon and lighter and....

Watching powder melt to liquid. Feeling the heat on her skin.

Drawing it up with the needle.

Autopilot, almost. She no longer takes note of the individual steps. They blur in her mind, sometimes. This night could be any night.

Carefully tying off above her elbow.

Finding the sweet spot with the needle and gods, it's almost like sex, and sometimes it's better... she bites her lip as she feels it hit the bloodstream.

She licks the spoon.

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Saturday, July 17th, 2004 09:38 pm (UTC)
Heh heh. Thaaaat's my girl. :)
Saturday, July 17th, 2004 09:47 pm (UTC)
You know it, babe. :)
Saturday, July 17th, 2004 09:46 pm (UTC)
No cotton for filtering, eh? ;)

Sad I know that sort of thing....

Some of these are really good, and I'm reading them in reverse order, of course...
Saturday, July 17th, 2004 09:48 pm (UTC)
I skipped bits, but yeah, I know about the cotton...

And thanks!
Saturday, July 17th, 2004 09:50 pm (UTC)
You have experience, I have knowledge. Mine comes from "why did the guy in the movie/book/rpg say he wanted cotton? Hey, ask R, he knows this shit" and getting a druggie friend to explain cotton.

;)