Well - it said it wasn't as strong like this. I want it to work.

[But she's right. This is stupid, and he knows better. With every new drug, you start small until you figure out your dose. This is supposed to be an anti-drug, but who knows what the fuck it actually does.

So he stops before uncorking another tiny sample bottle and looks at the small pile accumulated in the mug, then over at her.]

You're right, though. I'm gonna, uh. Sit down.

[Just in case. He tugs her with him as he folds his legs, then shrugs and gives her a smile, and a kiss.]

Here goes.

[The mug is a little too deep for its shallow contents, so he tips it sideways and taps the bottom until most of it slides up the side, toward him. That brochure, and the TV ad, they'd both implied you need to breathe the stuff in, so that's exactly what he's going to do. He presses his face forward, and inhales sharply.]

Ah - oh, fuck.

[Shit, that stuff burns. He coughs and sneezes a couple times. Okay, that's probably why the diffuser. Fumes, rather than just inhaling powder. It's harsh as shit and he sneezes again, then sits still, squinting at the floor and waiting for anything to take hold.]

Y'know, maybe it's like coke. Takes a few minutes.