Green Isn't Your Color [ReD]

There were very few things that Mz'sid So-kijak considered himself a connoisseur of. Of hot people? Yes. Of piercings? Totally. Of potions and potion ingredients? You bet.

But anything else? Nah, he didn't care too much about it. That tended to carry over to rules and and regulations about stuff he wasn't supposed to be doing on campus. He'd already gotten booted from the dorms by his roommate for being too rowdy, and decided to spend his time in the chemistry lab to give the guy some time to cool off.

He, of all people, was mad because his phone kept going off all throughout the night. Once Sid had woken up the guy tossed him out onto the landing of their room and told him to,

and he's quoting here,

"Get his dick wet and come back when the girls who keep texting him fuck off."

Jokes on him.

It's MOSTLY dudes texting him.

But that's how he found himself in the Chemistry lab early in the morning as he carefully cooked up a concoction for his next party. He liked to test the drugs on himself first. Mostly because he could get the high without any of the danger, and also because that meant if he cooked up something absolutely fucking choice he would have the ingredients for the pure stuff on hand before he watered it down.

The quiet clink of glass and vials filled the silence as he checked his phone almost every two minutes to check a texts and respond to the people who were still trying to chat with him. Stirring a green translucent liquid while he responded to get another one of DJ's texts about his next party.

Sometimes he was convinced that he was DJ's only way of getting gigs now. She seemed convinced that coming to his parties and offering her services to him at almost every turn would be a good way to get publicity with the people who frequented Sid-brand parties. And well, technically she wasn't wrong. People who see her spinning her tracks almost always ask him for her info. He should start charging her for all the business he's sending her way.

He tossed his phone back onto the table with nary a care for it, looking up as the door opened. Were there other people who needed to use the lab this early in the morning? Oh shit, were there teachers who checked the labs to make sure students weren't stealing shit? Oh man, that would be just like them.

"Oh, yo, what up Cabel." He said, watching the guy he'd seen from his last party walk in. He actually had to ask around a little to get his name--he wasn't in his immediate circle of friends, after all. But knowing someone like him was always a benefit. He was like a magister of illicit substances.

A grin came to his face. "I ought to thank you too. Whatever you did to the punch really kicked things up a notch."

Sid looked over his appearance, but didn't think much of it--he himself was just wearing a sleeveless shirt, sweatpants and was otherwise barefoot. Fuck his roommate for kicking him out almost the moment he woke up. He looked down and saw the mixture starting to precipitate. He decided to keep stirring.

"Me? Naw, not today." He said with a chuckle. "Just a little experiment for with what I should unveil at my next bash, whenever that is."

One of the things that seemed to frustrate the people that really liked his parties was that there was really no schedule to them. It wasn't one party a month, or every third Sunday--it was literally whenever he could be assed to plan it, and thought it would be fun.

Sid looked down again and stopped stirring his chemicals once he got most of the precipitate, moving over slightly down his lab table and carefully pouring the liquid through a strainer. He now had a reasonable amount of crystallized something-or-other. He'd have to ground it into a powder before he'd test it on himself.

The drow let out a short peel of laughter when Cabel told him about the kid that went back for more than one cup and ended up getting super friendly with the wall. "Wait, was that the same kid who was running around yelling about how he couldn't find his shoes and he had their laces tied and wrapped around his neck?" He asked, remembering that kid vividly. He'd just assumed the guy was so fucked up that the scent of his own sweaty feet was sending him into a weird trance independent of everything else going on at the party.

Man, say what you like, that kid was the true rave MVP.

Apparently he was in the lab at this ungodly hour for the same reason that he was--to make a little chemically induced magic. Though, if the smell of burning rainbows was any indication, it looked like Cabel might be more interested in make some magically based chemicals.

Not that there was anything wrong with that. You couldn't get the kind of choice stuff that he unveiled to the shock and awe of everyone involved with Oxycontin and Kool-Aid, no sir.

"You got anything in mind for your next brew?" he asked as he worked his mortar and pestle, working the crystalline precipitate into a fine powder for easy consumption.

Sid couldn't suppress a snicker as Cabel confirmed that they were talking about the same person. Oh god, he wished he'd had the presence of mind to take a picture or something with his phone. He wanted to have that guy as the poster boy for all of his raves. "So awesome you'll think you can talk to walls."

Finally he finished grinding up the crystals of whatever he was making. He actually wasn't quite sure about what he was making. He'd almost literally grabbed some things from the cabinet and mixed what he thought would be good together. Maybe that was a bad move. But hey, no one ever cooked up the next big thing without making one or two bad moves. It was par for the course at this point. As long as he didn't melt anything, the professors probably would give a shit.

The drow carefully wiped off his tools, leaving the powder to dry out for him to test in a moment.

Cabel was talking about a party that he wanted to throw to celebrate the end of the year. He hadn't even thought about throwing an end-of-the-year party to be honest--he'd been all about throwing parties in the middle of the year to entice people away from their homework with the insistence that no, it'll be there later, but what you experience at this party will only happen once in a lifetime.

That's how he advertised it anyway.

The drow winked at the guy across the room from him. "Don't worry, I feel ya. Still, once business is taken care of, there's nothing wrong with a little indulgence don't you think?

The idea of fireworks that got people high was more than a little intriguing.

"Fireworks that get ya high? Sounds sweet," he said.

"I'm trying to make something that gives a short burst of high that you can take through the night without too many side effects."

"Iunno," Sid said honestly. It was very possible that the guy was still chilling in the ballroom, just asleep on the floor. He imagined the janitor coming in, trying to clean the place up, and just come across a student passed out on the floor, nudging his cheek every so slightly with the end of his push brush.

Actually, had he remembered to get rid of all the alcohol bottles at the end of the party?

Probably not.

Eh. It'll be fine.

Sid had aptitude with potions and chemistry, but his ability mostly came from immunity. He'd gained it just by virtue of being basically invulnerable, so he just mostly cruised on autopilot. He knew, generally, what caused what effect and how to amplify one feeling or decrease another. Right now that was more or less the plane he was working on, checking his phone when it vibrated--another text from that white haired cutie from the party hell yeah--and looking up when Cabel addressed him.

Of course, right now he was just waiting for the powder to dry, so he was mostly doing the last two things.

"Sure. If anyone's an expert on this kind of stuff, it's you."

Giving his thumb a small lick, he tapped the now dry powder, collecting a bit on the pad of his digit before placing it on his tongue to test the effects of his creation. The first thing he registered was that it had a really weird taste--like laundry detergent mixed with cream soda--and the second thing he realized was that holy shit he was falling.

The drow caught himself on the edge of the table.

"I think that just made me black out for a second." He said, straightening up. Other than the fact that he almost ate an entire floor full of shit, he looked perfectly fine. "It's got the shortness, but I don't think the blacking out part is good."