SHORT STORY of WARD COURIER: "Medicated Goo", Continued
From the story collection "A Ghosthunter's Journal" (1999) by Ward Courier under the pen name Mason Winfield
The pipe they passed throughout the evening was undoubtedly laced with something, probably opium. I had no difficulty refraining, nor did Kerry. I needed to keep my faculties, and didn't want whatever happened from their drug, if I was offered any, to be confused with some other I could get every day if I cared. One time that I allowed the pipe to circulate past me Taurus made some quip I couldn't hear over the Deep Purple, but I'm utterly immune to that sort of pressure. Kerry just told him to get on with things in the tone I could imagine her using to decline his fortieth pass.