Puff Of Posativa
Your Friendly Neighborhood Stoner
- Joined
- Apr 17, 2012
Vervain? She didn't take anything except the coffee. "But..." She protested, as if she wanted him to bite her. She didn't- well, her normal, humane brain didn't. Another side of her did. Very badly, actually. She looked at the cup of coffee hesitantly. "I don't want to..." She said softly. "Wait, if Nancy knows about vervain, then she has to know about-" She thought about this. But she shouldn't have known about her and Roger. They left late that night. "You." She finished, thinking about this but needing to sit down. How many were there? If Nancy knew, was she one too? No... she wouldn't have put a repellant in her coffee if she was. But she had to know. No one took two lumps of vervain with their coffee. She brought the coffee up to her nose to smell. She couldn't really smell it. At all, actually. She set the mug down.
"This is all so strange. All of a sudden, my work turned into a fiction novel." She said, running a couple fingers through the ends of her hair in the thought.
"This is all so strange. All of a sudden, my work turned into a fiction novel." She said, running a couple fingers through the ends of her hair in the thought.