Opium!

[raventonbeauty]

In a room quite near the main room yet far enough away so that the smoke is mostly contained, Ashley Raventon is passed out on a couch, completely high on opium. He's in a mood to share, so he's hotboxed the entire room. The heavy, sweet smoke is mostly contained by the closed doors, but the scent of it has wafted here and there, strains of it

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[vanekiller]

*stops dead at that smell and can't help but poke his head in -- oh, God, wouldn't it be nice to get rid of the shakes and the sweats and the pain?* Figures this would happen right now.

[raventonbeauty]

*all with the lazy and the pretty and the drugged out of his mind* Is now a bad time?

[vanekiller]

Yes. *but strolls in and flops himself on a couch near Ashley -- we never said Jim had good willpower*

[raventonbeauty]

*rolls over, and this smile is very flirtatious* Can't be that bad.

[vanekiller]

It is when you're trying to stop doing all this. Don't mind, though.

[raventonbeauty]

But it feels good. *moans, a bit more sensually than intended, and stretches, laughing*

[vanekiller]

I know. *just pauses to inhale* God, it feels lovely.

[raventonbeauty]

What's your name?

[vanekiller]

Mm? James. James Vane.

[raventonbeauty]

I'm Ashley. *stoned grin* Nice meeting you.

[vanekiller]

Mmhm. *grins back, a little* You're very pretty, y'know.

[raventonbeauty]

You're not bad yourself. *stoned giggle, scooting over to sprawl himself over Jim's lap*

[vanekiller]

Thanks. *plays with his hair, not quite melting* God, this 's wonderful.

[raventonbeauty]

Yeah. *grins his agreement, enjoying the fingers in his hair, and rolls over to sit up slightly, smiling invitingly at him* Do you indulge in other vices, as well?

[vanekiller]

What kind of vices? *high grin*

[raventonbeauty]

Ravishing of pretty boys, for example. *sweet smile, rolling over so that Jim can have a view of his ass*