The Amell Legacy: Transgressions

[GamesMaster]

"Yeah. The pits. Who cares, Lux?"

[Lux]

"That's damned impressive," Lux admits with a smooth nod, causing Tommy to smirk. "Though I wonder why you're selling drugs instead of applying for a Sage position if you figured out how to make maelfis tincture safe."

Tommy's smile vanishes like mist in a firestorm. "Wh-what?"

"I'm a tiefling," Lux snaps. "You think I can taste it, smell it, feel it?"

[GamesMaster]

"Make what the fuck?" asks Brianne, her voice lazy. 

[NPCs]

"Maelfis tincture--"

"Fucker's crazy, there's none of that in there!"

"--is made from a flower grown in the Hells," Lux continues, not letting Tommy drown him out.

"Never heard of that shit in my life!"

"It only grows from the bodies of the freshly raped."

[GamesMaster]

Brianne struggles to focus, to care, through the haze of drugs. Rape. That word stands out, circles around her mind a few times, does laps through her synapses. "The fuck you trying to sell me?" she growls. 

[NPCs]

"That's bullshit," Tommy snaps. "Ain't no hell flowers or whatever the fuck in this. Stuff's legit, through and through."

[GamesMaster]

"Man, fuck you, get out of here," she snarls. "Both of you are harshing my buzz."

[NPCs]

"Fine," Tommy snarls right back at her. "See if you score even a dried up maple leaf ever again!" Fur bristling, he strides for the door.

[GamesMaster]

She almost makes it. She almost lets him walk out the door. But something about that last comment hits her, and just as he's about to grab the door to slam shut behind him, she lets out a strangled, plaintive cry:

"Wait!"

[NPCs]

Lux has risen to his feet, face cold. "You forgot your sample," he says softly, letting his tongue flick and whisper around the words. "But keep the silver, as a thanks for your time. After all, there's no need to be... uncivil about things, is there hmmm?"

Tommy stiffens, suddenly very aware that he has no idea who Lux is or what he's capable of. But he has far too much of an idea of what devils are capable of doing to someone that annoys them. Something that threatens something they claim. "Right," he says, voice tight. "H-here," he forces out, hand reaching out to take the sample Lux hadn't actually used.

[GamesMaster]

Brianne lets out a soft, plaintive mew. No words, just that. My stash--!

[Lux]

"Right then!" Lux says, voice suddenly chipper and kindness again. "No hard feelings on either side; Bri got a nice afternoon buzz and you made double profit for a bare half hour of your time. Right?"

Tommy's lips twist, then he nods curtly. "Right."

[GamesMaster]

Right. I got a buzz. So what if it's already fading. I can get more. There's money. I can always get more. I can... Brianne nods, her head beginning to bob along with inaudible music. 

[Lux]

Tommy quickly makes his departure, a dark and murderous scowl on his face. It's not over Brianne or her refusing his product. No, his hate is focused sharply on the tiefling asshole that ruined it all-- and who had the nerve to threaten him.

"Hey," Lux says softly after closing, locking and barring the door. "How're you doing over here?"

[GamesMaster]

"Still need more," she mumbles, sliding to the ground and sitting with her back to the brick fireplace.