A friend in need..

[Johnny Delacroix]

Johnny only had a short amount of time to do all that he did, as Rev mosied on over. This included digging from his safety deposit box the little vial of GHB, tossing some of the junk that had accumulated on his couch since Eric's visit over the back of it, checking his fridge to make sure he had sodas and things, cleaning up his lab table (which really just included hiding the drugs he was mixing on it and wiping the powder off of the top), and finally dashing into his bedroom to change into clothes he scooped up from random places in his piles of junk.

His bedroom was remarkably not as cluttered as the rest of his apartment. The only furniture was a large four-poster bed that didn't match anything, a dresser that was more tall than wide, and two night stands. Though it -looked- cluttered, his six lamps all in different styles from the type with multicolored glass shades with beads dangling from the bottom to modernistic black metal, were all set up neatly. He had four of the tall kind in each corner, one on his nightstand, and two on top of his dresser. Aside from the lamps, he had a native american patterned throw rug to the left of his bed, and a rainbow-colored one by the door. His bed had a dozen different colored throw pillows on it, sheets that didn't match, and a quilt on top of it all that looked like it was older than his grandmother. The nightstands and dresser were all covered in various little trinkets ranging from little wooden carved animals to porcelain figurines of cats and teddy bears and unicorns. He also had various objects from sporting events he never cared to know anything about but just looked nice, and old movie posters on his walls. His second bedroom if one could believe it, was entirely bare. He -could have- moved his lab into it from the living room, or stored his wealth of junk in it, but chances are he hadn't even noticed it's existence. It's door had a mound of junk piled in front of it anyway. There were a couple of clear paths through his living room, one had to be careful to stick to those or end up causing an avalanche.

He did a little hopping dance around his room tugging socks on. He was originally wearing pajamas, mind. He changed into them after a shower earlier on that night and it was a little rude to invite someone over dressed in pajamas, hence changing. When he finally stepped out of his room, it was in a pair of black and white striped jeans that clung to every inch of him they touched, and a loose-fitting solid red shirt with wide cuffs and collar, and large ruffles down the front. He hadn't bothered to button it yet, as he was busying himself with tying the back part of his hair up into a short ponytail. Afterward shooing at the little pink and yellow fluff balls bouncing around his head. If he were trying to impress someone he might've cleaned up the apartment or at least ran a brush through his hair, which ended up in a kind of lopsided ponytail.

As he waited for her knock on the door, he found the vial he'd set down while he was rushing to get dressed, tucking it into the front pocket of his shirt before working at the buttons.

[darkhairedangel]

Tentatively, she knocked at the door.

This was different, she had hardly been anywhere other than the DPS offices, and her apartment, for the longest time. Other than when she went for her jogs in the park, she was a pretty hard to see person, since socialize, really wasn't in her dictionary.

But here she was, at Johnny's house, hoping to relax, and keep from completely despising Latner. Well, it was doubtful that she could ever really hate him, but right now he wasn't on the top of her most-liked-list. Johnny on the other hand, was her savior at the moment, she couldn't' begin to describe how glad she was, to have someone to come to right now. Usually, when she got stressed, or annoyed, or unhappy, all she could do was work on a program, to keep from going insane. Or else, sleep it off, but that usually, didn't work.

She shifted the package of small angel food cakes, from one hand to the other, realizing now, just how scarce food in her cabinets was. Mostly it was bread, frozen vegetables and some meat products. She didn't eat junk and she usually only drank water and juice. Needless to say, she couldn't play host in the least, since she usually only cooked for herself.

Regardless, she was here, and waiting for Johnny to answer to door with a weary, and sheepish look. More weary than anything though.

[Johnny Delacroix]

He had his buttons mostly done up by the time he answered the door, offering a cheerful smile much brighter than his apartment seemed to be. But then again with all of the junk cluttered everywhere, the room had a sort of dusty pale yellowish light. "Hey! C'mon in." He turned around, navigating his way back through the 'cliffs of peril', along the amazingly clear path of floor that forked off in four directions at the end. Of course those paths led to the bathroom, bedroom, kitchen, and the part of his living room that was something like two little crop circles for his lab table and sofa. There was also a coffee table he added to the clearing as a second thought at that moment, pushing magazines and newspapers and old books off of it. He apparently lived in that apartment quite awhile. To move along the little paths so easily, without even brushing any of the piles with his shoulder. The piles' sizes ranged from waist-deep to nearly touching the ceiling. Johnny's world.

"Do you want any soda or juice? Cigarettes? Anythin'?" He looked up to her from the fork in the path with the innocent-puppy-esque expression of someone who had no idea how to entertain a lady in his home. Which is what he thought of her as, a lady. As opposed to a few 'chicks', who weren't exactly company to be entertained, but girls who came by in need of a 'fix' in one chemical form or another. They never stayed long, even if they wanted to. He had male 'patrons' too from time to time, but they were all like the same person to him. And he would be in a huge amount of trouble if anyone were to find out about the side-business that only paid in random objects like he had all over his apartment, so his clients were so very few and far between, and never someone he didn't trust.

He wasn't sure whether or not he should tell Revvie everything his little cure-all did, though he did have to warn her of a couple of things beforehand. The alcohol and non-empty stomach part was of course most of it, the other would require a good amount of trust on her part. And not unfounded trust at that. As well as having a professional mind about the drugs he gave people, he was a gentleman. Never took advantage of someone who was intoxicated. It was just wrong, after all. And the drug he was going to give her would require that morality on his part. But it would make her feel a whole universe better, he knew that.

He turned to head into the kitchen only a moment after his question about requests. If not cluttered by a great many unplugged kitchen appliances and various kitchen utensils most of which he never used, it was a hell of a lot cleaner and more orderly than the living room. He headed to the fridge, tugging it open to pull out a bottle of soda for himself while calling back to her. "So what's the problem you're havin'? What's Eric done?"

(will be sending a message about the drug he'll be giving her)

[darkhairedangel]

"Juice would be good."

She said, running a hand through her absolutely straight hair. Never a wave running through it, no matter how many times, her mother had it permed, curled and crimped.

Reverence looked at Johnny's apartment. Being at work so often, and having so few friends and hobbies, she supposed this was how other people must enjoy themselves, but then again- this was a bit ridiculous. She had the sudden impulse to clean, organize and throw away. So she stifled it... good god she felt like she was turning into her mother! In the past, with her parents, everything had to be just so, clean and orderly, or else.

"Well its not so much Eric," She leaned in the door way to the kitchen with a sigh. "Something happened, I can't say for sure, but it seems, someone shot the power out. Latner's pissed cause I went to check on Triss, y'know the orphan he's caring for right now, and I had to jimmy the lock, to get in. I mean its not like the door's permanently busted anyway, but he seems to think that someone was going to be running around shooting the place up but-" Was it really her place to bring up Maxwell here? "I don't think anyone would have. I doubt that would have happened very much. Anyway, its cool, everyone's fine I mean, but still..."

She trailed off, what she was really thinking about, was what Maxwell had been up to. She was SURE it had been him. No one else had the resources, or the balls to do that. And any other person, would have shot the place up.

Reverence really needed to get her thoughts off this, before she went nuts.

[Johnny Delacroix]

Clean?! Organize and -gasp!- throw away?! The woman thought blasphemous things. Good thing she didn't voice them aloud. Johnny loved his stuff. Johnny's parents had a penchant for knick-knacks like he did, but theirs were more along the lines of lighthouses. Anything lighthouses. Clocks, pictures, wall hangings, ceramics, glass works, wood carvings, stone carvings.. Anything and everything. He hated lighthouses. And for an easygoing guy like him to hate something, that must be a mighty powerful feeling.

He pulled out a sixteen-ounce-sized bottle of orange juice, holding it with the pads of forefinger and thumb as he got to his feet. He held his own can the same way, a lot of things that way. "You know I like you a lot, Revvie. And normally I wouldn't question your judgment, I don't blame you for doin' what you thought was best. But I think Eric might've been justified in this one. You know it really -could have- been anythin'." He offered a smile as he handed her the orange juice. He usually bought things in little containers like this, the only thing he drank from a cup was his coffee, and even that was instant. A man has to accept his handicaps and work around them to one's goals instead of fighting against them. He knows he'd forget all about a huge container, or washing more than one cup, or might even forget if he broke a glass and accidentally hurt himself on it later. The only time he's ever completely focused is with work, and he's aware of it.

"I don't wanna be doin an autopsy on you 'cause you got overzealous and assum-ey, is all. And this ain't me takin' Eric's side, it's me bein' on my own side. Be careful. You're not a hero and don't need to be." He patted her shoulder gently while stepping back out into the living room, glancing up at the ceiling. "D'you think I should put one of them stained glass things over my light up there? It'd make the room all kinds of colorful." That was as he batted another pink and yellow fluffy thing out of his face.

"For now, I've got just what'll cheer you up. Seriously, everything'll be mighty peachy." A grin formed as he flopped down onto his couch, sending up a little cloud of dust while he cracked open his can. "Dust bunnies are in season, huh." He mumbled that last part absently to himself while staring at the end of the couch which contained no dust bunnies.

[darkhairedangel]

If anyone else had called her "Revvie' they would have been sporting their juice bottle up their- well that wasn't important now was it? It was Johnny, and Reverence was too cool with him to do something like that. You tolerated those sort of things, when you friend count was lower than an extinct species of squash.

"Yeah, guess your right." She murmured, and man did she ever hate admitting other people were right. Her superiors were fine enough, but anyone else usually got the cold shoulder for saying things to make her wrong. Something old that still lingered, one would suppose. "Still can't get over this feeling though..." She sat next to Johnny waiving away the dust without much thought, and opening her juice. "ah but you know what they say about thinking too much." She said shrugging. "Anyway, what could you possibly have to make me, feel better?" She raised and eyebrow and drank. "Because if it involves two plus two equaling five I'm not game." Her smile was a strange one, and for that few people got her humor.

[Johnny Delacroix]

"Actually it's thirty-seven on this stuff, but it's really nice." Leaning over, he set his beer down on the floor right next to his feet and pulled the little vial back out of his pocket. "But I've got to warn you, and I'll be really blunt about it. It'll make you feel happy, but very horny." Bowing his head slightly, grey-blue eyes leveled on her with a sincere look. "-Very-."

A smile formed next as he fetched his beer again and scooted back into the corner of the couch so he could put his feet and legs up on the cushion. "But you're lucky cos I'm not th' type to take advantage of that. I'm a doctor, you know." His gaze flickered away thoughtfully then turned back to her a second later. "The good kind."

After taking a drink from his can for the first time, he turned his gaze back up to her thoughtfully. "It'll just make you really happy and stoned and horny. But the most important part, is happy." He chuckled quietly, looking down at his can. There was a stormy sea inside it. "If you'd rather try somethin' more physically damagin' and illegal, but less potent, we could always blaze up a doobie." That faint little grin returned as he looked up at her again.

[darkhairedangel]

Rev looked at him with an indescribable look and then cracked the most amused smile anyone had ever seen on her face.

"The good doctor eh?" she said drinking calmly looking him over to, it seemed, decipher if he was being honest or not. Then she shrugged slightly. "Well its obvious I think that if you were going to take advantage of someone one it wouldn't have been me and two ya would have done it already." She looked at him over her drink and smiled again. "What the hell, hit me. If it'll keep me from twitching it should be a miracle drug."

As for the illegal and damaging part, well damaging wasn't good but illegal she didn't usually mind so long as it was not harmful to other things. In Reverence's mind she had a very clear definition of what was wrong and right. Illegal and legal were there too, but in a small way. The way she saw it, if it didn't hurt anyone, it couldn't be all bad. After all, that was what it came down to when laws were invented originally. They protected people.

All the rest of that bureaucratic nonsense she could do without.

[Johnny Delacroix]

Johnny seemed to consider the way to give her the dosage thoughtfully, before finally deciding against putting it into her drink. It would take longer to take effect and somehow it felt dirty. A hand dipped into his pocket to pull out the little vial that he toyed with absently while he contemplated. Somewhere in the back of his brain a little wheel was turning, some gerbil was going absolutely nuts on a treadmill, though he didn't know exactly why.

He had those moments a lot, actually. It wasn't always a warning, though sometimes when that wheel started turning he didn't realize the thought that had been struggling to surface was something like 'oh yeah! that could kill you!' until a little too late. Usually that thought only took so slow to arrive to the foremost part of his mind when he was taking a mixture himself. Though he knew this batch was good, he had two happy customers and one of those lady's leg-shaped lamps to prove it. He liked that lamp. He was sure it was around there somewhere. Other times that gerbil started going nuts it was an idea forming. Usually they were very brilliant ideas, even if nobody else thought so. They haven't gotten him killed yet. No, this one was different.. Not an idea, not a warning.. Something of a revelation that just hasn't caught up to him yet. He hoped it would hurry up, because revelations were always interesting and informative things to have. His attention snapped back up to her after a second or two and he blinked. "Oh yeah. Okay stick out your tongue. It's gonna taste a little salty but it ain't a shitty flavor, promise."