Green Isn't Your Color [ReD]

Whew. That had been a doozy.

The shortness of the powder was really strong, but he'd probably mixed something incorrectly if he ended up passing out from it and nothing else. Hmm... mentally he went over the list of things he added, crossing off the ones that couldn't possibly have given it that effect.

Oh. Ohhhh. He probably shouldn't have added that.

Oh well, damage was already done.

After he mentally diagnosed the problem, he turned back into what Cabe; was telling him. Apparently his little swooning scene had given Cabel a heart attack, and he couldn't help but smirk at that, looking touched as his hand ever so gently touched his chest. "Ah, you were worried about li'l ol' me? How kind of you."

Sid smirked and let out a low chuckle. "I'm fine dude, I do stuff like this all the time. I always test my shit, s'not dangerous to me."

And that was the truth--anything that he made that happened to be deadly in and of itself was generally not effective at the whole 'killing' thing. He could still get high, he could still experience the effect of things, but side effects or other secondary results seemed to not bother him even a little.

"Huh?" He said as he stretched his arms above his head, rotating his shoulder and rolling his neck. Somehow that brief drug stint had locked up all of his muscles. It figured that something like that would happen when he was trying to show off his skills to Cabel. He wasn't sure why--Cabel was obviously superior to him when it came to drug making. He'd always come off as a lame guy when it came to shit like this.

Sid was much better at making potions and poison anyway.

"Oh, yeah," Sid said, leaning on the counter in front of him, tilting his head slightly to give the other guy an easy stare. "When my body senses me puttin' negative shit into my body it locks up right away and neutralizes it."

Sid yawned a little. Normally his ability didn't stop him from enjoying most kinds of generally harmless drugs, like weed or LSD, but anything that tended to have a violent physical reaction along with it or acted remarkably like poison (like Molly or Chloroform) straight up didn't work for him. It was great for the times when people would try to slip stuff into his drinks. Not so great when he wanted to slip stuff into his drinks.

The dark elf laughed. "Aw, come on, it'd take more than a little fall like that to crack my concrete skull open."

The drow was more than a little confused when Cabel told him to stop for a second. Sid stopped all the motions he was making with his body, lowering his arms and shoulders, ceasing the rotations of his neck. He remained confused for another few seconds before he could feel Cabel's hands on his back and the sensation of his fingers working through the grooves of his muscles and the curve of his back, each harsh push seeming to relax something that had unwittingly gotten tightened up.

"Nnn? Gettin' High?" He asked, somewhat too relaxed to concentrate properly. "Oh, yeah, I can still get high. They're harder to get and the highs don't last that long, but if I'm determined enough..."

Sid barked out a short laugh, punctuated by a small groan as Cabel hit a particularly uncomfortable knot. "C'mon man, your luck can't be that bad."

Considering that his drug was more or less finished, Sid didn't feel bad at all about just laying his head on the counter and closing his eyes, letting Cabel rub and massage his back muscles. It wasn't often that his body would actually lock up in response to danger. Usually it just... dealt with it by making him a little warmer to the touch than usual, the same way most people dealt with just getting a cold. But apparently he'd fucked up the drug so much that it dragged a literal physical reaction from him.

Man, he must have been off his game.

But hell, if being off his game got him back massages from Cabel and whispers into his ears, hot breath making his ears twitch ever so slightly with the nicest little wave moving from his neck almost straight, straight to his crotch, then he didn't think he wanted to get back on his game. Being off his game got him massages from attractive people! Why didn't anyone ever tell him that this was the secret to the fountain of youth?

"Fuckin' with yer stuff?" Sid mimicked, his voice sounding somewhat breathy and with a hint of drowsiness, as if the massage was putting him to sleep. Which it was, kinda. "Like, mixin' shit in when ya ain't paying attention? That sucks. Man, why haters gotta hate?

"Yeah, I get that happenin' to my shindigs all the time," he said. "But it's also because I just shoot out a message t' my closest circle and invitation is on a 'got told by a friend' basis... so any dick who happens to hate my guts can walk in s'long as they got word..."

He yawned. "Dude, there was this party I threw--October 'a last year, if I remember--this dude came in and he had this huge spatula right? And he basically... dude... is something burning?"

Sid lifted his head and sniffed. Yeah, it definitely smelled like something was burning.

Even in his hazy state, Sid knew that the smell of something burning was probably not a good one when you were in a lab environment. Generally you wanted to keep the unnatural smells to a minimum when it came to mixing potentially unstable chemicals. But apparently his whole 'almost braining himself on the floor scene' had distracted the other guy from keeping a close eye on what he was cooking.

The drow watched as Cabel ran over to his petri dish before a rainbow exploded like a nuke, filling up the corners with billowing smoke.

Why did everything the dude make seems to involve rainbows? No shade, it was just odd how every drug Sid had personally consumed involved rainbows. Maybe that was a key ingredient for the magical drugs that Cabel made so easily. He was brought back to reality when he mentioned not breathing the stuff in, as Sid ducked down under the counter, opening a cabinet and finding a face mask to block the rainbows from filling his lungs like helium.

Now that he was taken care of, he we walked into the cloud, crouching down to tap at Cabel's shoulder. He had another mask in his hand, which he offered to the guy who was laying mere inches from the petridish that had pretty much just vomited rainbows all over the lab.

Oh god if a teacher walked in right now they would be so. Totally. Boned.

"Yo, Cabel." He said, his voice muffled by the mask. "Y'all right?"