Testing out the Product (tag: Vicky)

Charlotte snuck into the Parlor. They had all decided to stay at Jasmines home until they figured out what was going to do.

She sat onto the floor in front of a low coffee table. She had seen people use drugs like this before so she pulled out some paper and one of her credit cards. She pored a small amount of the powdered drug onto the table. She used the credit card to make multiple small lines of the drug on the table. She rolled up the paper and snorted the first line up her nose.

She gave a sudden shiver smiling as she began to feel the buzz of the drug. She sighed happily. She snorted the next line grinning and giggled lightly. She sighed happily. Everything started to seem better grinning. She snorted up the last of the lines and did a quick clean up of the rest of her stuff. She then laid back on the floor and spread out. She gave a silent giggle as she felt the buzz move through her body making her giddy all over.

Charlotte had left her in the house before going off to the parlor. Pixie had had to climb off the table before she was able to go after the blonde. Cursing the fact she was getting out of breath again.

When she arrived to the parlor, she saw Charlotte all giggly and happy. Pixie felt her face redden as she ran to Charlotte, to slap her on the cheek. "Why did you take that stuff!!!?? That stuff can't truly make you happy!!!" She slapped Charlottes face again. Her little body shaking from the anger. Maybe she should tell Jasmine or Cale, they could do much more to stop Charlotte than she could.
"Do you know why I haven't gone off to tell your brother?! Because I hoped you wouldn't do it!! I believed in you!!" She jumped off Charlotte, pacing on the floor, trying to decide if she should go find Cale or keep yelling at Charlotte.

Charlotte swatted groggily at whatever was hitting her check. It didn't hurt but it was annoying. She leaned against one of the chairs as she listened to Pix rant at her. Really she could barley make out the words of what her Pixy friend was saying. Bright colors danced around the tinny girl as she passed around. Charlotte stood shakily. She started swaying to music only she could hear.

One things that she loved to do after singing and flirting was dancing. Her mother had been wonderful enough to get her dance lessons. She went on her toes ignoring the tiny pixy girl as she began spinning and dancing around the room as if she was preforming for some huge audience.

She was only in a pair of short shorts and a loose baggy shirt. They clung to her as she twirled and moved through the room without a care.

Pixie climbed on the coffee table, watching Charlotte dance around the room.
She slumped down on the surface, sitting in a cross legged position gloomily supporting her face in her hands, watching her friend dance. "It's like talking to the tv." She muttered under her breath.
The little bag of drugs laid on the table, her eyes suddenly falling on it. She perked up, looking at Charlotte then at the bag. She got up, walking to the little zip lock bag, and starting to carry it to the edge of the table, throwing it down to the floor before following it. She dragged the bag under the couch, hiding it into the structures of the couch. Hoping she could talk some sense into Charlotte when she came down from her high. She then climbed back on the coffee table.

Charlotte continued her dancing around happily. Slowly she started feeling the numbness seeping slowly back into her body. She looked over at the table ready to make another line. Her eyes widened and she stopped dancing when she saw it was gone. She rushed over to the table falling to her knees. She looked around desperately. She turned to Pix with a crazed angry look wanting to know where it was.

When Charlotte stopped dancing, and came to look for her stuff she kept still. She just looked at Charlotte defiantly before turning her head away. She made sure she didn't give away the hiding place. She had learned that trick to hide things from her father. Not that he really got clues very well, but when he did, she didn't want to get in trouble for anything.

Charlotte scowled hard at the little Pixy. She stood angrily. She felt ready to attack the tiny girl but restrained herself. She turned and started heading toward the door.

She couldn't go back to the numbness, she wouldn't. She had to find Thrax.

Oh crap! Pixie quickly stood up, running after Charlotte before the girl could leave. She took a leap at the edge of the table, managing to catch on to Charlottes shirt.
She looked down, pinching her eyes closed before she directed them upwards and started climbing. Like seriously... This day needs to get better... She thought as she climbed on, finally reaching Charlottes shirt pocket.

Charlotte rushed angrily out of the house so upset and high she didn't even feel Pix clime into her front pocket.

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