( Barely a moment passes before Abella makes a face, the bitterness of the powder more intense than she remembered. Enough that she squints a little bit. )
Blergh-- do you have any water?
( She wishes to no longer have this taste in her mouth, even if it's futile with the amount she used maybe being small enough that rinsing it out won't make a significant difference. )
It's definitely not sugar. ( If only. ) Tastes like the stuff in Prehevil, except-- the bitterness is stronger. Ugh.
( Concentrated might be the better word, although Abella's not really aware of the likelihood and risk of heroin being cut with other substances. She's just unhappy about the taste, not even taking note of how intently Strange is observing her. It wouldn't be hard for him to notice how her pupils retract as the drugs enter her system. )
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Blergh-- do you have any water?
( She wishes to no longer have this taste in her mouth, even if it's futile with the amount she used maybe being small enough that rinsing it out won't make a significant difference. )
It's definitely not sugar. ( If only. ) Tastes like the stuff in Prehevil, except-- the bitterness is stronger. Ugh.
( Concentrated might be the better word, although Abella's not really aware of the likelihood and risk of heroin being cut with other substances. She's just unhappy about the taste, not even taking note of how intently Strange is observing her. It wouldn't be hard for him to notice how her pupils retract as the drugs enter her system. )