A/N: This is a short, short chappy. D: But hey, there's more on the way. This takes place after Mimi went through withdrawal? Wink wink.
Mimi didn't care that the other Boho's knew that something was up when she left the Life early that day. All she cared about was the small paper bag waiting on her apartment counter.
She was home. She made a beeline for the counter, and ripped open the paper bag. In it was a smaller plastic bag, which was transparent enough for her to see the matter inside of it. Mimi put her nose to the bag and sniffed; a pungent, fragrant smell went through her veins. She sniffed the bag again and again, and would've sniffed it all night long, but for the best, she needed water and something to heat it up with…
Mimi was louder than she realized. Roger knocked tentatively at her apartment door. "Mimi?"
The door was unlocked anyways, and Roger walked in. He looked at Mimi, then at the bag. He looked back and forth at the two, and sighed dejectedly.
"Mimi, you really need to stop doing that with the peppermint tea."
Endnote: I sometimes behave like that with peppermint tea. Don't give me that look, I like my tea, okay? Lol.