[The words sink in and Kavinsky shivers. God, this kid doesn't even fucking know, but that's okay. He'll find out. Everything Kavinsky has is his arsenal: his body, his drugs, his dreams. Everything is weaponized. He can't help the wicked grin that curves his mouth as he looks at the table between them.]
You've got it.
[It's that easy. He looks up, watching Michael with his samples and it occurs to him that maybe Michael has no idea what he's looking at. His look turns wolfish.]
[ Michael is a lot of things. Brilliant, seductive. Unfathomably charismatic. The one thing he isn't is a liar.
He's really fucking good at deflecting, but he's also kind of thrown by the question. There's a flicker of surprise on his face, a twitch to the corner of his lips, and then he just - leans in, keeping his voice mellow and smooth. ]
[Kavinsky's dark eyes get more intent when he sees that brief surprise. The way Michael leans in doesn't actually save him - if anything, it tells Kav all he needs to know.]
Yeah, I do.
[Michael wouldn't be the first guy to show up in front of him asking for something without really knowing what it was or what it'd do. Wanting to try it or wanting to use it on someone else - Kavinsky never fucking cared. But he knows what inexperience looks like, no matter how smooth a talker is on the other side of it.]
[ Another thing about Michael - he fucking loves to be seen. Kavinsky sees him. Just a little bit. Sees through him. Blood rushes through Michael's body, a mixture of anger and genuine, sudden arousal. He leans in even closer, drops his voice, makes it sound threatening. ]
I've experienced highs that you could never understand. The things I've done - the things I've felt - you couldn't dream of any of it.
[ But - maybe talking about the black mass, and about Hawthorne, would only get him in trouble. Michael darts his tongue between his lips, gets them wet. He looks at Kavinsky, right in the eye, all defensive and challenging. He's worried that if he just sounds like some kid who doesn't know what he's doing, Kavinsky won't commit to helping him. So. He asks. ]
I don't know about that. I can dream a lot of things.
[The pills for a start. The case they came in. So much more. Kavinsky doesn't miss the threat in Michael's voice but he also blows right past it. He's not the first person to threaten him, either, and that one's practically veiled. He snorts a laugh.]
[ Michael doubts Kavinsky. Kavinsky doubts him back. There's balance, there. Michael likes balance.
Kavinsky reassures him, in any case, and that's all Michael needs. He stares up at him for a few seconds longer, then takes a long, long, long breath, evening his shoulders out. He sits back, slumped down in his seat. Invested. Good. Michael likes investment, too. Obligingly, he nods to the pills in front of Kavinsky. ]
Tell me... about those. Tell me what it feels like.
Well, pill number one will make you grow taller...
[He grins and he wonders if Michael would even get some Alice in Wonderland shit. So Kavinsky knocks it off and pulls his other drink closer.]
I'm fucking with you. So that first one is just molly, MDMA. Uhm, that second one is one I made up, it's got no discernible side-effects except one: it'll lower your inhibitions a fuckton. Like, you can be on it and not even notice, everything feels rational but it's not. The last one puts you kinda into a waking dream, you won't remember shit when that wears off.
[ Michael gets it - his grandmother read him that story before bed, once - but he's also, apparently, sort of a gullible fucking idiot, because his eyes widen in surprise. He frowns, looking at the first pill, and... pretends like he's not surprised again, when Kavinsky tells him he's fucking with him.
Jesus, okay. MDMA, fine, he gets it. Lowered inhibitions mean nothing to him, given that he has next to none in the first place, and he looks bored, rather than impressed. A waking dream, though. That's interesting.
Michael takes the last pill out of its case, holding it to the table with his index finger. Hm. ]
You could do some damage with this one. Make people do whatever you want.
[ Not that he needs help with that, either, but. He's obviously intrigued by Kavinsky's choice to have this. ]
That's the point of the last two. Someone that has no inhibitions but thinks they do will do a lot of things on just suggestion. So will someone in a dream.
[He shrugs one shoulder, remembering the party and how delicious it was to see people in varying states of awareness. Maybe Michael isn't impressed by lowering his own inhibitions, but these are meant to be deployed. Kavinsky doesn't care if he takes them himself or tests them on other people.]
I can do damage with a lot of things. If you want drugs that do something specific, or special, just tell me what you want it to do and I'll make it happen.
I just want you to challenge yourself. Be creative. Come up with something fun. Make people bleed out their eyes or feel like their bones are melting into slurry. Make people cum for hours on end or whatever the fuck. I don't care.
[ Michael slips the pill he'd taken back into its case. ]
Thanks. If you're in, then - that's all I needed. I can head out, maybe text you some more details if I think of anything.
Where do I find you when I wanna cash in? Pretty sure this is gonna have to happen in installments for what you're asking for.
[He won't beat around the bush about it. It's a transaction, though he has ever intention of having fun with it. Doesn't matter if Michael does or not.]
I don't have a dom. I live in the fucking down. You can come to my dorm, but you're either gonna catch something, or someone's gonna watch through the holes in the wall.
[ He doesn't sound like he's particularly deterred about any of that, but. He's also getting up, snatching the case off the table and pocketing it, apparently taking Kavinsky's samples to try on his own back home. ]
You know how to reach me on the network. You can call me out whenever you want, and I'll come to you. Any time of day. No limits, no restrictions. Ask for anything you want from me and you'll get it - as long as the drugs keep coming in return.
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You've got it.
[It's that easy. He looks up, watching Michael with his samples and it occurs to him that maybe Michael has no idea what he's looking at. His look turns wolfish.]
You ever roll before?
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He's really fucking good at deflecting, but he's also kind of thrown by the question. There's a flicker of surprise on his face, a twitch to the corner of his lips, and then he just - leans in, keeping his voice mellow and smooth. ]
You think I'd ask for all this if I hadn't?
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Yeah, I do.
[Michael wouldn't be the first guy to show up in front of him asking for something without really knowing what it was or what it'd do. Wanting to try it or wanting to use it on someone else - Kavinsky never fucking cared. But he knows what inexperience looks like, no matter how smooth a talker is on the other side of it.]
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I've experienced highs that you could never understand. The things I've done - the things I've felt - you couldn't dream of any of it.
[ But - maybe talking about the black mass, and about Hawthorne, would only get him in trouble. Michael darts his tongue between his lips, gets them wet. He looks at Kavinsky, right in the eye, all defensive and challenging. He's worried that if he just sounds like some kid who doesn't know what he's doing, Kavinsky won't commit to helping him. So. He asks. ]
You going to back out?
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[The pills for a start. The case they came in. So much more. Kavinsky doesn't miss the threat in Michael's voice but he also blows right past it. He's not the first person to threaten him, either, and that one's practically veiled. He snorts a laugh.]
Fuck no. I'm invested now.
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Kavinsky reassures him, in any case, and that's all Michael needs. He stares up at him for a few seconds longer, then takes a long, long, long breath, evening his shoulders out. He sits back, slumped down in his seat. Invested. Good. Michael likes investment, too. Obligingly, he nods to the pills in front of Kavinsky. ]
Tell me... about those. Tell me what it feels like.
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[He grins and he wonders if Michael would even get some Alice in Wonderland shit. So Kavinsky knocks it off and pulls his other drink closer.]
I'm fucking with you. So that first one is just molly, MDMA. Uhm, that second one is one I made up, it's got no discernible side-effects except one: it'll lower your inhibitions a fuckton. Like, you can be on it and not even notice, everything feels rational but it's not. The last one puts you kinda into a waking dream, you won't remember shit when that wears off.
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Jesus, okay. MDMA, fine, he gets it. Lowered inhibitions mean nothing to him, given that he has next to none in the first place, and he looks bored, rather than impressed. A waking dream, though. That's interesting.
Michael takes the last pill out of its case, holding it to the table with his index finger. Hm. ]
You could do some damage with this one. Make people do whatever you want.
[ Not that he needs help with that, either, but. He's obviously intrigued by Kavinsky's choice to have this. ]
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[He shrugs one shoulder, remembering the party and how delicious it was to see people in varying states of awareness. Maybe Michael isn't impressed by lowering his own inhibitions, but these are meant to be deployed. Kavinsky doesn't care if he takes them himself or tests them on other people.]
I can do damage with a lot of things. If you want drugs that do something specific, or special, just tell me what you want it to do and I'll make it happen.
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[ Michael slips the pill he'd taken back into its case. ]
Thanks. If you're in, then - that's all I needed. I can head out, maybe text you some more details if I think of anything.
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[He won't beat around the bush about it. It's a transaction, though he has ever intention of having fun with it. Doesn't matter if Michael does or not.]
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[ He doesn't sound like he's particularly deterred about any of that, but. He's also getting up, snatching the case off the table and pocketing it, apparently taking Kavinsky's samples to try on his own back home. ]
You know how to reach me on the network. You can call me out whenever you want, and I'll come to you. Any time of day. No limits, no restrictions. Ask for anything you want from me and you'll get it - as long as the drugs keep coming in return.