Crack drabble
Deyna looked at the feral cat across from him. "So why are we doing this?
Crabfang sighed, and began making a cocktail of powder and dried plants. "We're probably about to fucking die. One last bender." He replicated the process, and handed a six inch rolled up piece of notary parchment to Deyna, and lit it.
The otter took a hit, and immediately fell over. "Fuck is this?" said the otter, as he began to lose feeling in his extremities.
"Whatever I had in me medical bag." Ye might overdose, or you might be paralyzed for the next ten seasons, I ain't got a clue. The cat lit his own, took a hit, and then hit the floor like a ton of bricks. "Fuck, that's heavy."
"You goddamn druggie, what did you give me?!" screeched deyna, as his tongue went numb.
"I- aaaaaaah." said Crabfang, who was completely gone at this point.
Deyna then blacked out on the floor of the transport.