“ HERE, HERE. “ she agrees wholeheartedly with him ( though her favourite is a cocaine buzz … ) ; finger trailing along the rim of her own glass, wide orbs staring at the guy so intently — so curiously. “ you can’t put a price on a good buzz. it’s indescribable … intoxicating. “ smile presses upon painted red pout. “ you’ve got to taste the real stuff to get a REAL feelin’ for it. the stronger, the better. “ A PAUSE, though brief. “ you ever ‘gotten high? “
❝ there’s nothing that compares to the experience of that buzz. it’s shocking how advertisers and developers are convinced that it can be replicated. what kind of world are we living in? ❞ a smile to mirror the woman’s own as raven colored brow rose, curiosity painted across his features. ❝ a few joints occasionally but nothing too serious. i was under the impression things became uncool the moment that guys like me started enjoying them. ❞ laughter followed at the attempt at self-depreciating humor, teeth nestled into one’s lower lip as it dissipated. ❝ and just what do you take to experience that high? ❞