Chapter 653

But it didn’t stop there. There was molly in powder and pill form. There were quaaludes -- real, vintage ones from the 1970s, Stephen pointed out -- and blue-green powder that I recognized as Foxy. At the far end sat sticky buds of marijuana, along with hash, hash oil, dabs, and various smoking implements.

"I’m dying to get high," Juliet said, puncturing the tension that had built up among all of us. We wanted to party.

She strode with purpose to the drug buffet. Melanie walked up next to her to hold her hair while Juliet bent down to snort two pre-cut lines of cocaine.

"Fuck, I’ve been wanting that all day," she said.

Juliet picked up her glass of Champagne again and then moved down the line to the powdered molly. She picked up a small silver spoon and added some to her glass, stirring it with her finger to dissolve it. It broke the logjam. Melanie, Jess, Kat, and Rita followed, each doing two lines and following Juliet’s lead by lacing t