Night Dissolution
/ rejoicingindistance
Weapon makes his way to the bar, stumbling just a bit in his natural drug hazed way, grinning at himself and adjusting the black crow like mask that covered just his eyes, enough to keep the BLIND cameras from tracking his face. It was an anonymous feeling kind of night anyways, he wasn’t in the mood to deal with any blind citizen who thought he may be a Party Poison Porn Droid. He just wanted good old fashioned sociable shit-facedness, and he’d never been to this bar before, the night still had potential. He watched the bartender make his way over and took a small yellow baggie from his chest pocket. He slid it over, “Trade?” There were at least 20 pink pills inside. “Uppers, the Let’s Fuckin Dance kind, for some Whiskey? Pre War if ya got iiiiiit.” He picked a toothpick from a rogue lemon on the bar, sticking it in his mouth, looking up to the man patiently… must be the blue downers he took this morning.
