"Overdose again?" Axel said incredulously. Wow. This kid was all talk. She had no idea what to do with the Oxy. Way to misjudge the situation, he scolded himself silently. "These are painkillers," he said, voice still flatly monotone despite how annoyed he was. In fact, his roommate Tori often complained about his inability to show emotion. But, in situations like this, people tended to takr him more seriously because of how calm he appeared. "If you're legitimately using them to manage pain, try one every twelve hours. If you're doing it to party, give those back and I'll give you Adderall or Ritalin or something."
He supposed that it was a good thing that she had admitted to not knowing what to do. He didn't particularly care for this girl, but he didn't want to be responsible for an overdose, or a death. He was responsible for enough of those already. But those were all either experienced drug users who knew what they were getting into, or people who had been stupid enough to cross him. Violet was literally a child. His conscience was starting to nag at him. As always, his conscience had his sister's voice. What if she fucks up really bad? You'll be the one who killed her. Don't walk away from this.
"So?" He asked. "Is it pain management or do you just wanna get high?"
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Post by Violet Kurosawa on Mar 2, 2017 7:33:37 GMT
"Pfft, yeah," she said with a dismissive hand gesture, as if she'd done it millions of times before, and another one was just a walk in the park and not literally a life or death situation in which she could die at any second, flopping down into a chair, making herself at home. "It wasn't that big of a deal. I don't see why you're getting your tighty whiteys in a bunch about it." She chuckled, before pulling out a cigarette. "I've been sustaining myself on these for days. Can't look at the sky, or even a hall light anymore. I'd probably use them for just pain, if I'm being truly honest."
She was never honest with people, but this guy seemed like a guy who legitimately cared for her. Just not in the normal way someone would care. She could see a flicker in his eyes, before he spoke. "Just pain management. Well, as of now, just pain management."
Axel gave Violet a long stare through squinted eyes. He wasn't sure what her deal was, but it was obviously some sort of vision sensitivity. Almost robotically, he pulled out his zippo lighter and held out the small flame to her, offering to light her cigarette.
"Alright," he said begrudgingly. He would give her the pills. He made a mental note to keep an eye on her. After the fiasco in Seattle, actually going to court and all that, he didn't need something else happening that would get law enforcement looking at him again. Besides, he was the only big gunner in town. There was no one else selling hard shit, except for him. So she probably wouldn't have any other source.
He lit a cigarette of his own. His hackles were down, finally, since Violet had all but dropped her combative attitude. His sense were no longer telling him that he was in immediate danger, either. Smooth sailing. "Like I said, consider these a welcome gift." He held up the Oxy, showing it to her before tossing it over for her to catch.