Chapter Six
High school students report use of the drug as a
cheap drunk and as a cure for alcohol hangovers. Typically, however,
Rohypnol is used along with alcohol and other drugs. College students
using Rohypnol report mixing it with beer to enhance the feeling of
drunkenness. It has also been reported to be used in combination with
marijuana and cocaine, as well as heroin. Rohypnol use appears to be
spreading in the United States among high school and college
youth.
Drug Rehab America
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Being Aaron Echolls son brought with it certain privileges. If Logan had wanted, he could have supplied a pharmacy with what he was offered in drugs by the hangers-on and wannabes that surrounded him and his family. And it couldn't be said that Logan didn't want a buzz from time to time. Only he found it in alcohol, not drugs. When he drank, he was comfortable with the feelings of worthlessness alcohol inspired. He didn't want to risk being sent on head journeys that might, however temporarily, make him think there was a point to his life. Besides, he'd spent years watching his mother distance herself further and further from the reality of Aaron's infidelity. He would have sympathised more if it hadn't also taken her further and further away from him. So he turned his back on the offers of oblivion.
Lilly would have laughed at his…what? Scruples? But then, Lilly laughed at him all the time, so nothing new there. She was never adverse to trying something different, something that gave her a higher high, anything that pissed off her parents. She'd try it, experience it, revel in it and move on. She was too addicted on life to ever get hooked on pale imitations of it.
She was the most important thing in his life. The only thing. And she left him. In the year that followed, the pain of that was what he was. He couldn't afford to dull that pain because then, he really would be nothing.
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"So, are we going? To Shelly's?"
"I don't know, Logan. I don't really want to."
"Come on, Duncan, it's time you got out there again. Besides, I hear Stacy Cummings is seriously hot for you and is coming with promises, if you know what I mean and I think you do."
"Will Veronica be there, do you think?"
"There's no way that cunt is-"
"Logan!"
"Oh, get off your white horse, Lancelot. She's the bitch daughter of an incompetent lunatic and you know it. She wouldn't dare show her face if she knows what's good for her. Hey, don't look at me like that. You're the one who dumped her."
Behind Logan's smirk, he hoped that Duncan would finally tell him the story, tell him why he had broken up with Veronica. It bothered him that his best friend had never shared. When Veronica had tattled to Lilly about his misbehaviour with Yolanda, Logan had been so angry with her that he had mouthed off to Duncan but he never kidded himself that Duncan punished Veronica for him. Christ, he and Lilly split up and got back together all the time. It wasn't like it was something that unduly worried Duncan. Whenever Logan and Lilly were on the outs, Duncan would just roll his eyes and let Logan know the best times to be loitering around the Kane house.
But Duncan and Veronica were nothing like he and Lilly. They were perfect couple material, so sweet, so gentle together. So blah, at least for Logan's tastes. Dear god, they were both virgins. What was that about? Logan couldn't imagine not having sex with Lilly at every possible opportunity and would occasionally tease his friend on his lack of libido.
Maybe that was it. Maybe Duncan just got tired of waiting and decided to move on to a girl who would give it up. If Lilly hadn't died…
"We're going and I'm not taking no for an answer."
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Getting Duncan to agree to go the Shelly Pomroy's party had been hard enough. Keeping him there might be another matter. As the son of an actor, Logan knew the value of performance and knew that to avoid going insane, he had to keep up the one he'd chosen for himself after Lilly – the party animal, the gadabout, the joker. When it was really tough, he drank and got himself there that way.
Duncan didn't have Logan's artifice or appetite for alcohol. He was too straight up for that, too…Duncan. Shit, if his parents had their way, he was going to be president one day. But Logan knew Duncan needed something to pull him back to life, out of the fog that had surrounded him since Lilly's murder. And Logan was determined that he was going to have something. Logan couldn't, didn't want to sort out his own life but he could help his best friend kick start his again.
Logan picked up his cell phone and punched in a number.
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"Roofies
are often combined with alcohol, marijuana, or cocaine to produce a
rapid and very dramatic "high". Even when used by itself,
users can appear extremely intoxicated, with slurred speech, no
coordination, swaying, and blood-shot eyes...with no odor of alcohol.
The drug has been added to punch and other drinks at fraternity
parties and college social gatherings where it is reportedly given to
female party participants in hopes of lowered inhibitions and
facilitating potential sexual conquest. Police departments in several
parts of the country say that after ingestion of "Roofies"
that several young women have reported waking up in frat houses with
no clothes on, finding themselves in unfamiliar surroundings with
unfamiliar people, or having actually been sexually assaulted while
under the influence of the drug."
Police Operations
Archive
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"Dude, what are you doing?"
"Shut up, Dick! Dunc'll hear you."
"Oh man, what are those?"
"These, my little chickadee, are roofies."
"Aw, yeah! So which is the lucky lady?"
Logan leaned back and shot Dick Casablancas a look of absolute disgust.
"Since when do I need a roofie to get a girl into bed? I appreciate it might be the only way you can get any, bro, but come on."
"So what are you doing?"
Logan sighed. He really didn't want to be sharing with Dick, who was hardly the font of all discretion. But Duncan was too close by to risk his shouting his mouth off. Logan took a handful of Dick's t-shirt in his fist, pulled Dick's face close to his own and growled.
"I'm helping a friend. Two of these and he'll be happy for a while, before January makes him shiver. And if you tell him, I will beat you from the Chevy to the levee and back. You got it?"
Dick laughed and pulled himself away as Logan leaned forward again and dropped two of the little white pills into Duncan's drink and, what the hell, three into his own.
"What about the rest of them?"
"So what about the rest of them? That's all we need."
"Oh, come on, man. Some of us wouldn't mind a bit of the happy side."
"Dude! I am not your drug supplier of choice. Go get your own happy. And a life while you're at it."
"Logan, stop being an ass. Come on, man."
Dick was getting whiney. And louder. Just to stop the bleating, which if it carried on might alert Duncan, Logan ripped off part of the packet and handed it to Dick.
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I was told
before trying roofies that one pill would make me sleep, while two or
more would get me high and wide awake. It's true you won't get
particularly sleepy from a higher dose, and you will get 'high', much
like on valium, however nobody told me of the amnesiac effects of
this drug. Now I will never ever take more than two roofies at a
time, because not only can I not see the point in having fun if I
can't remember any of it, but roofies also have a tendency to
dissolve your normal rules of behaviour. I have said and done some
things that I'm not very proud of (I've been told) under the
influence of roofies.
Erowid Experience
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"What the fuck is she doing here?"
Logan could not believe his eyes when Veronica walked in. Was this sweet, virginal Veronica, braving the combined ranks of the 09ers in her little white dress? The 09ers who had made it clearer than clear than she was not wanted? That she shouldn't even be breathing? Logan had been in the frontline of that little effort, marshalling the troops, organising the campaign, providing the dirt and the porn. Above all, keeping it high on the agenda.
Somewhere, buried deep down, underneath the hatred he had constructed, he was impressed by her guts but he shook it off.
What on earth could have possessed her to come to Shelly Pomroy's party?
His eyes narrowed. He knew. She was going after Duncan. She was going to try, again, to talk to Duncan. Well, well. Logan's mouth twisted into that distortion of a smile that he had perfected, the one founded in evil intent. He'd put a stop to that. He hadn't worked this hard to get Duncan out of the shell he'd been living in recently to have her gum up the works.
He glanced over at his friend who was getting his face licked by Stacy Cummings. The roofies Logan had slipped him on arrival had done the job for a while. Duncan had been high and lively and enjoying himself. But over the last half hour or so, the fog had slowly returned and Stacy could have been a poodle for all the interest he showed in her now. Logan was still feeling pretty good, well, at least until Veronislut had turned up.
Duncan hadn't spotted her yet and Logan thought hard about what he should do. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the remains of the small packet. There was one left.
