New York Minute: Things Can Get Pretty Strange

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In a New York Minute
Everything can change
In a New York Minute
Things can get pretty strange

Dancing just made it easier to get drinks; guys always wanted to buy one for the cute little thing willing to dance with them. She’d lost track of how many she was up to ages ago, it seemed, but it didn’t matter. Nothing mattered. The twitching buzz in her blood was almost entirely gone, even in the middle of the city

It was weird, but Nori always felt like she could think so much more clearly when she was drunk, more clearly even than when she was powered down. Powered down her brain was sluggish, her reactions so much slower. Powered up, though, and just separated from the overwhelming buzz… that was perfect. It didn’t last though. Never lasted long enough.

Not without help.

The thing was, in a way Noriko could think more clearly when drunk: she could see the problem and think about it, hold the idea in her head long enough to find a solution. She could even see how her ‘solution’ wasn’t really a very good one. Unfortunately, largely because of the alcohol, she just didn’t care.

She’d spotted him within minutes of getting to the club – he stood out, if you knew what you were looking for, and some things were the same all over the world. She was pretty sure he’d been watching her too before she slid into his booth, offering him her most charming smile.

“And what can I do for you, babe,” he asked, smiling back with a considering look in his eyes. “Looked like you were having fun out on the dance floor.”

“Yes, I was,” Nori agreed, her English markedly better than it usually was. “But can have more fun...”

“Hmmm... yeah, I betcha could. Bet I could help with that.” His considering look shifted into a smirk as Nori slipped a couple fingers into the low cut collar of her shirt and slipped some money out from under her bra strap.

“I bet can, too,” she said, smiling as she slid the money across the table. She pulled it back briefly, though, when he reached for it. “No fast. No speed. No buzz.”

The drug dealer nodded, a packet of pills appearing in his hand seemingly from nowhere. “We can do that. “