Legality - AK doesn’t own any Angelique characters,
and if she did she’d keep them locked in a closet all
for herself. Heh, so anyway, no need to sue since
you’ll only get some comics.
Disclaimer - Though your not gonna believe me, I
do not do any illegal drugs nor do I advocate their
use outside of fiction. Seriously. But I do like to
swear, dammit. And I have no problems with insinuating
some male on male action.
Dammit, he needed to shoot up so bad. But how to get
away? He must have been really messed up when he
agreed to take Collet out shopping. He was riding a
low at the moment with a hangover pounding in the back
of his head. That party last night had been one hell
of a time but he was paying for it double time. It had
to be bad karma from blowing that bong hit at the cat.
Had it been a cat? Somehow the image of la
chupacabara came to mind. He heard Collet call him
back to reality, but he didn’t quite make it as her
smile seemed to take on the kind of fangs necessary to
suck a goat dry.
"Would you like to stop for lunch? You look a little
haggard..." la chupacollet touched his face with
nails longer than normal.
A restaurant. Yah, that would work. Just sneak off to
the bathroom, do his business and be done with it. He
nodded and managed to speak without cracking his
voice, "Lunch would be wonderful, Angelique."
They found a small café and sat outside. Quickly, a
rather sheepish looking waiter came to serve them.
"Hello there. I'm Henri and I'll be your server
He handed them menus and took their orders. Collet
just wanted some baked fish with mashed potatoes while
Arios, feeling a deep emptiness in the pit of his
stomach, chose a steak, medium rare, with steamed
vegetables and a bake potato. After Henri had
skittered off, Arios decided to put his plan into
action, "I have to use the bathroom, excuse me."
"Okay! Come back soon." He watched her wave a paw-like
hand as he strode off.
Luckily, the restroom wasn't hard to find, except
when he almost bumped into a waitress who had giraffe
horns poking out of her hair. Man, but he was still
fucked up. And the only way to remedy it was to get
all his dependent systems in order. As he pushed the
door open, he was privy to another odd sight, this one
only slightly altered.
The Dream Guardian was pacing back and forth across
the title floor, obviously flustered over something.
With that colorful coat and equally psychedelically
designed tight shirt, Arios' mind morphed him into the
bastard child of a bird of paradise and a peacock.
Aware of the other's presence, Olivie fluttered up
with something less than grace, "Ah, Arios! Can you
"I'm not having sex in the stall with you." Did he say
that out loud? Had he meant that 'not'?
"That's a damn shame, but not what I wanted to talk to
you about. I'm looking for some certain substances..."
the tips of his wings came together to rub feathers in
a conspiratorial way.
Well, he had some extra stuff on him. He'd never sold
before, but with everything else he'd done what could
possibly be wrong with passing around some pot? "Yah,
sure I'll sell you some."
It was right then that the door which had just begun
to swing open now slammed against the wall. "Whore!"
Arios turned around, not as steady as he would have
wished. He made eye-contact with irises that shifted
shades of brown every few seconds. Pulling back he
found that he was staring at a male gorgon, vibrant
green snakes hissing all about. Behind him erupted a
loud squawk, "Charlie! I was just... well you see..."
"I don't want to hear it! I work my ass off night and
day to provide only the best to this Sanctuary. And
what I do for you, oh don't even get me started. And
now I find you engaged in illicit dealings with this
biker bitch's bastard." Growls and hisses echoed about
him as a few of the snakes tried to bite him.
Arios put up his hands in defense, wishing he had a
mirrored shield to protect himself, "Hey man, I didn't
know I was walking into your territory..."
"Save your apologies for someone else, leather bar
boy." Long fangs flashed under the fluorescent lights.
Okay, now he was getting pissed. His head was racked
with pain and his mind wouldn't stop playing tricks on
him. And there was that goat-sucker waiting for him.
"Look, it was only going to be a stupid bag of pot,
just let it go."
"Actually," the chirping chimed in again, "I was
looking for some LSD, but pot would suffice."
All the snakes snorted along with the main head, "Oh,
so that's what this is about. Fine then. I've got
connections to anything and everything. I can get you
whatever you want."
From somewhere low inside him, Arios began to laugh a
cruel chuckle, "Really? I know people who sell stuff
you can't even pronounce."
Those shifting eyes screwed up behind the melting
sunglasses, "Now you wanna mess with me, punk? Fine
then. I crush little men like you in my sleep."
Again, that place low inside of him stirred. Like a
slithering serpent it snaked into his consciousness
only to have it strike his mind with lighting speed.
Any observer would have been shocked to suddenly see
his white hair darken to black. "No one shall stand
against me, the True Drug Lord, Leviath Ragna Avarice.
Especially no weak-willed business man without the
balls to take me on."
That's how it started.
Surprisingly, it wasn't that hard to find out what
people wanted. Everyone seemed to have their own
special substance. And Arios, or Leviath should a
little more 'persuasion' be needed, managed to hit
most. Some were quite expected like Zephel's speed,
Marcel's pot, Clavis' sleeping pills and Sei-Lan's
mushrooms. Actually that had been quite fun as they'd
decided to share and somehow ended up both buck-naked,
handcuffed, and giggling in the middle of a fountain.
True, Sei-Lan couldn't sit for two days and Arios
couldn't properly walk for a week and neither fully
remembered how they'd got that way, but it must have
been one hell of a trip. Some drug choices had
surprised him though. Such as Lumiale's strange love
of oxycotin or Luva's affection for Special K. But you
can't pick your customer's needs.
Though on the other hand, Charlie had taken some of
the Sanctuary under his own jurisdiction. He wasn't as
rambling and risky with his offerings. He did have an
image to keep up. Some beer for the younger set, and
some of the more creative homemade drugs. Still
though, he knew that he was losing. In all other
arenas he was a king of capitalism, a duke of the
almighty dollar, a robber baron extraordinaire. A fool
and his money are soon parted, most often by the Wong
However, a direct confrontation was imminent. It was a
mutual calling out with a simple challenge - Each
would provide the others choice drug for a sample.
Arios had chosen his beloved heroin while Charlie had
opted for his preferred opiate of morphine. The agreed
meeting place was a hotel room.
At the planned time they met and went into their
"meeting". They laid out their offerings and set to
work. Arios went first, pulling off his leather belt.
He reset it around his arm, tightening it with his
teeth and a growl. With careful precision his flicked
the syringe, and then proceeded to shoot up, his body
slipping slack as the drug flowed in his system. It
was the strangest form of poetry Charlie had ever
Through deeply hazed dual-color eyes, he watched the
other. The morphine was of the oral variety so there
was nothing more to it then washing it down with a
glass of water. Not quite as mesmerizing as Arios'
careful administrations but it had some style.
The euphoria settled over both of them and the whole
concept of the competition flew out the window.
Slowly, the silver-haired man managed to stand up on
shaky knees. Oh wait, no, there was a coffee table
blocking him. Tables. Suddenly he loved tables. He
laid down on the one before him, feeling the lacquered
oak beneath his fingers.
Charlie sighed out, "Are you connecting with the
table?" He was currently being overwhelmed by the
squishiness of the couch. Had anything been this
comfortable? It was like he'd entered a cushiony womb.
"I am the table and the table is me. By understanding
this table I understand the universe." He believed
that. There was no need to fight or learn. All he
needed was this table.
With a roll, the other came off the couch and started
to feel the table. Then his hands moved on to
something warmer and more lithe than the table. Before
either knew it, they'd both become the table. And each
wanted to become one with that table.
Some time much later, a rapping came upon the door.
"House-keeping." No sign hung upon the door so the
maid entered to go about her business.
Sprawled all across the floor were various clothing
garments of different questionable natures. Who would
ever consider putting zippers on underwear? Her eyes
trailed onward until she found two gentlemen, well
perhaps that was stretching the term, but two men
anyways twisted and tangled together on top the table
in a rather compromising position. Compromising wasn't
the best term, but it was the only one her thoroughly
embarrassed mind could locate. With a blush, a wipe of
an on-coming nosebleed, and a quick, "So sorry," she
With his euphoria still happily in place, Arios
chuckled this time sweet and slow, "That door had a
nosebleed. I think it was watching us."
Straining with the effort, Charlie barely nodded in
agreement, "The door needs to be enlightened to the
ways of the table."
"Agreed. Let's go experience it."
"Experiencing with you is fun."
After that day, a truce befell the drug offerings in
the Sanctuary and there was much rejoicing.
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