>>18667210Sitting in a semi-secluded back area of Club Xtacy to which customers are invited if they express interest in sampling top-shelf libations and "exclusive products" discreetly and away from prying eyes, Shameem lifts her face up from the small tray on chrome counter where a few straw flecks of black powder remain. She takes a deep breath, ignoring the sweet, numb burning in her nostril left behind by the Obsidian Rush. Brilliant energy surges through her body almost instantly, her nerves aflame and alive and crawling with blissful tension. A smile spreads over her face, unbidden, and when she draws in her next breath, it's as a surprisingly sensual gasp.
>"OH MY this stuff is REMARKABLE."The dealer looks at her with a grin. "It's our best-kept secret, ma'am," he says. "So are you interested--"
>"Yes. Oh GOD, yes."Heat rises to Shameem's cheeks, even beyond the effect of the drug. That sounded a bit more..... provocative than she had intended. She goes into her purse, pulls out a stack of bills, and looks the man in the eyes, speaking low. She sees an aged cognac on the drink list, priced at $80 per shot, with a line drawn through it.
>"So this, the Napoleon IV Legacy Gold Cognac, it's out of stock, yes?"The man nods but says nothing.
>"Perfect. I'm sure you just found a bottle or two in the back. I'd like to order..... approximately two rounds of it for everyone in this section right now, give or take. And tip the bartender generously, of course."Shameem slides the stack of bills across the table to the dealer, who takes it, then hesitates.
>"Go on and count it in front of me. You won't offend me." 