Audrey was trying to tidy up his office before anyone came, not that 3 month old blood was easy to clean off tile or anything. She stopped mopping for a moment to fix her costume to be as modest as she could in next to nothing. "Docha?" Her voice echoed down the hall "I know ya like halloween and all, but isn't a bit wrong to be handing put sticky candy on Halloween to kids since ya a dentist?"
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“Well, no. More candy means more cavities, which means more money. I think it’s a great thing to do!” Orin said with a sly grin as he adjusted his costume in the mirror. He was going as a devil, the dentist donned in everything from a red cape to the horns and pointed tail.
“Did ya get that blood mopped up yet?” He asked quite rudely, shooting a look at his girlfriend. “I’m already gettin’ into trouble with the Health Department, so clean it up!”
“You know what? Sure. It is Halloween, so go ahead and make somethin’ special.” Orin said, before grabbing his small canister of nitrous oxide and inhaling some. He let out a giggle and leaned back on the sofa, running a hand through his hair. It was Halloween, which was his favorite holiday. Speaking of Halloween, the dentist hadn’t heard any trick-or-treaters stop by. They must have figured out that he was only giving out sickeningly sweet candy because he wanted them to get cavities. And if they got cavities: well, that meant that they had to go to Orin’s office for an “appointment”. And by “appointment”, Orin meant torture session. “Get me when you’re done with dinner, Audrey, I’m gonna wait for trick-or-treaters.”
The florist’s nerves eased as she was finally able to get her knees to shift from being locked into place, pivoting on her heels to head to the small, and far less than ideal, kitchen the two shared. Stopping for a moment and leaning on the door frame, “It’ll be done shortly, why don’t ya go sit out on the porch? The kids probably think we ran outta candy or somethin’.” giving him a faint smile, hiding what she really wanted behind it. She wanted him to leave so she could drug his food without him walking in on her.
It wasn’t long before she was digging an old cookbook out of the top cabinet, evident that the book and the dentist’s deceased mother hadn’t seen the light of day for the same amount of time. Flipping though the yellowed pages, hoping something could be made, opening the fridge, hardly another on the shelves. How did this man survive without her? From the looks of it, he didn’t even know how to keep himself fed!
Finding an old handwritten recipe for “Poorman’s feast”, seeming to be the only thing she could make perfectly to avoid an even worse punishment from her boyfriend. The blonde couldn’t help but give a weak sigh as she took out the ingredients, making the kitchen look as though it traveled back 30 years due to how little food there actually was.
The cooking part was easy, as most of the meal was able to be cooked at the same time, the taking the Sominex pills out of the cabinet and crushing them down to dust, not so easy. Glacing over her shoulder every few seconds to make sure her boyfriend didn’t come into the kitchen and ruin her plans.
Fixing her own plate, and then his, finishing it off with a heavily laced sauce and setting them at the table. Heading out of the kitchen to find Orin, “Doctha? Dinna is on the table.”
“Good. I’ll be there in a second.” Orin said, standing up. During the duration of her cooking, not a single trick-or-treater came to the door. He was slightly disappointed; but that only meant that he had more candy for himself. (Not that he’d let anyone catch him eating the stuff. It would ruin his reputation as a dentist.) The sadist sat down at the kitchen table, watching Audrey as she sat down. “Is this Mama’s recipe?” He asked, grabbing his spoon. If it was, he knew that it would be good. Poorman’s feast was one of his childhood favorites; especially considering that that was really all they could eat during the Depression. He took a bite from his dinner, unaware that his meal had been spiked with Sominex. That is, he wouldn’t know it had been spiked until he was under the effects of the sleeping medicine.
