Her lips look like a beautiful dying star in the center of the pale, yet gorgeous galaxy. “Nothing…” Angel turns away from Minnie, “I’ll, uh… xnx Angela moans in pain and starts writhing weakly, trying to stop him, but having no strength to do so. Oh, do you have anything?”
“Yea, I’ve got some OC’s and a spoon of coke, and I might have a paper of china.”
“Can I get some?” Marc asks reaching into his pocket.”
“Here,” Angela says, laying her hand over Marc pocket, “It’s on the house.”
“Cool.” Marc tells her, withdrawing his hand from his pocket. Angela finds an empty stall and climbs in, Marc follows her and closes the door. He stretches it out and jams his needle through it, roughly.
