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her, willing her to notice. She’s so spaced out, she doesn’t see anything at first. I am about to give up when a flash of recognition crosses her face and she sees me. That’s right, close your mouth and float on over here sweetie. She’s pretty out of it and looks at Rod intently, from top to bottom, when she makes it to our corner. She perches on one of the tall chairs and leans on the tiny table, wobbling and pushing Rod’s elbow off. He looks perturbed but relieved I was inviting another chick over. No battle of the sausage tonight big guy, relax. She leans in close to me and says, “What the fuck is going on here?” gesturing towards Rod.
    “Nothing much at all,” I reply and we both laugh...her a few minutes too long. I need to get up to where she is, it looks like a fun high.
    “Excuse me,” the waitress interrupts us and pushes her way to the table. She speaks to Rod, he hands her a roll of bills, and she leaves a tray of drinks. Not one of them looks like a vodka and Redbull. I know, first world problems, right? But, fuck I wanted something that would complement the X.
    He looks so proud, I feel obligated to smile and choose a drink that is at least clear. The worst thing to take when you’re high is one of these creamy shitty cocktails, nothing with Malibu or Baileys. I see one, take a test sip and find it’s a gin and tonic. It will do. I hand a glass to Sarai and we toast before we down the drinks. I take mine like a shooter, I’m pretty good that way. I have this trick of opening my throat and letting the liquid pour down, it works like a charm for sucking cock too. I’m rather proud of it, I kinda wish I could put it on my résumé.
    Rod seems sad to be left out, so the next shot I toast him as well, he lights up like a kid on Christmas. Geeze, set your standards higher, dude. We keep this up for a few drinks. Finally I turn to Sarai and say “Are you packing?”
    She blinks twice, slowly, and nods.
    “Whattya got?” I ask.
    “Just X,” she replies in her spacey voice.
    “Nothing better?” I ask, hoping for something to get me right trashed in order to fuck Rod, coke would probably do the trick.
    Sarai reaches out and touches my cheek. She blinks slowly again and says “No, just the X.”
    “Ok, I’ll take it.” Beggars can’t be choosers after all. We exchange money for pills and I look at Rod, I show him the drugs in the palm of my hand and ask “You in?” He shakes his head no and points at the rest of the shooters. He plans on getting shitfaced; if I want him in working condition later, I'd better get him away from the booze right away.
    I look down at a pill. These ones are pink with a hippo in a tutu on it. I love the design that goes into these things, one of those unnoticed treasures of the art world. One day I want to compile them all into a coffee table book with a pretentious title. I pop it in my mouth and swallow a tequila shooter. I grimace at the taste, not sure if it's the pill it the booze, and shove the other three in the pocket with my money. I grab Rod's hand and wait for the pill to take effect.
    It never fails. Every time I get high there is a point about fifteen minutes in when I doubt the drug. I always think it's not working or maybe I need to take more. I start to feel anxious, drop Rod’s hand and pull my phone out a couple of times to see how long it’s been.
    And then it hits me. I can feel the music. I don’t mean like feel the beat because the sound waves travel through the air and vibrate my eardrum. I mean fucking feel the music. It’s in my blood; the notes are floating through the air like a Disney animation and sliding into my body, entering my blood stream and energizing my limbs. I start to sway with the background, the bass....it’s hypnotic and speaking to me. Out of all the hard, thrashing sounds they are dropping tonight, I connect to that underline. I feel like I could float a few feet off the ground and follow the trail of music.
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