The Amell Legacy: Transgressions

[GamesMaster]

"And the more I spend dry."

[Lux]

"No reason not to be dry if you can hear the music another way though, right?"

[GamesMaster]

"Leave me alone," she says, quietly. "I want to hear the music."

[Lux]

"Alright, we can just sit for a while." I wish I knew how I could help you Bri.

[GamesMaster]

Slowly, she slumps, until her head is resting in his lap. After a time, she says quietly, "I keep thinkin'... if I bought a month supply... if I took it all at once..."

[Lux]

Dammit. I thought she might have hinted at that idea just now but I was hoping... "Wouldn't be music then. Just noise," he replies through a dry mouth. "Bad idea I wager."

[GamesMaster]

"Wouldn't care for long. Beats lettin' Jay kill me. Or hunger."

[Lux]

"You should ditch him," Lux blurts out. "His help isn't worth the cost. Or danger."

[GamesMaster]

"Can't afford the Brush without him. And life's not worth it without Brush."

[Lux]

"Then find the music elsewhere Bri."

[GamesMaster]

"Tavern bards have nothing on what the Brush produces. I've never heard music like that in life. I can't make it. You don't understand. It's divine."

[Lux]

"Well look in a temple," Lux replies instantly.

[GamesMaster]

"Tried. The Chant is nothing to this." She yawns, then, tail swaying in time with the music. "This is the best," she mumbles, sleepily. 

[Lux]

Lux runs his fingers through the slightly thicker than typical hair on Brianne's head. "Yeah, this isn't bad," he agrees softly, swallowing the last of the wine. I hope something changes for you and soon, girlfriend. Need Jay to get the drugs, need the drugs to hear the music, need the music to want to live. Jay is going to kill you, or the life will, or the drugs will. And you can't get better work until you get and stay clean. But you can't do it long enough, can't be away from the music and the high that long. It's all a jumble, innit?

[GamesMaster]

When Nox comes looking for him, Brianne's well and truly asleep in his lap; together, the brothers move her to her bed, then ransack the house, looking for any hidden stashes she has lying around. 

They're still there when she wakes, some hours later; the sample's worn off, and with it, her symptoms have returned in force. After all, it wasn't much; it staved off the DTs some, but she's still suffering when she wakes to go vomit.