The Amell Legacy: Transgressions

[NPCs]

Lux catches the offering, but only looks it over with a frown at first. The merikos catfolk's tongue tingles faintly and she tastes mint. And something aromatically spicy. Not like Adrift cooking, but more like the teas favored by those from Toukami. Sharp but not really a strong flavor. That's it, at least at first.

[GamesMaster]

She stuffs the paper up into her lip, frowning at Lux. "Aren't you going to try it?"

[NPCs]

"Depends-- what is it? Exactly, I mean, I know it's a sample of something," Lux replies, rolling the cylinder between his fingers.

"The fuck does it matter-- it'll get you high and flying."

"What can I say, I like to know what and who goes in my mouth," Lux says with a lazy smile, one that deepens at the ktisune's mostly hidden flustering.

[GamesMaster]

"I asked about Brush. If this ain't it, we'll have words," she warns. 

[NPCs]

"Bloodbrush is so last session," Tommy scoffs. "This is something new, something special. It starts with some brush, sure, but my man grows it special, then my other man cooks it juuuust right. That there is Dreamer's Daze. Dulls out the lows of the brush, keeps the dreams mellow and  blurred. No bad trips, garun-fucking-teed."

[GamesMaster]

"Nice," she says, as the compound begins to soak in. Her eyes half-close, and a throaty purr emerges as she sways a little. "Nice."

[NPCs]

Lux frowns a little. "Sounds potent. How long does it last? How soon do you need another hit?"

The dealer frowns, not thrilled with the tiefling; not his questions, his reluctance nor his existence. "Good for an hour, maybe two. Depends on the person."

[GamesMaster]

Brianne opens her eyes, annoyed, and flicks an ear. She moves to the fireplace, removing a brick to reveal a hiding spot for a little coin bag. "It's good shit," she announces. 

[NPCs]

"Of course it is, kitty cat, of course it is," the kitsune says with a grin. "Rolls are a ha'silver a piece. If you boil three rolls after they used, you can get a tea that's close to a roll. Dozen rolls for five gold, as a thank you for the custom, or ten gold for twenty-five. Payment upfront, of course."

[GamesMaster]

Brianne slips five of the six gold she'd been left out of the bag, putting the brick back as she turns back. She turns too fast; she has to pause, leaning against the wall, still purring as she closes her eyes to get her balance back. Brain's all fuzzy. 'snice.

[NPCs]

"Dozen rolls, hmm?" He grins a little, avarice dancing in his eyes as he makes note of the bag. "Guess you're a convert, eh?"

[GamesMaster]

"Stash is empty. Hate empty," she mutters, letting the music roll through her. 

[NPCs]

"What's the down?" Lux asks abruptly. "Ain't nothing perfect in life, not even your Dreamer's Daze. So what's the grime on the gilding?"

Tommy scowls a little but merely shrugs. "Normal stuff basically. Gonna feel groggy and out of sorts afterwards. Bit achy maybe, mouth dry. Might heave a little if you're stomach is delicate like."

[GamesMaster]

"Normal," agrees Brianne. 

[NPCs]

"Nothing else?"

Tommy rolls his eyes. "Real drag, isn't he?" he mutters to Brianne.