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"Sally?" Emcee asked, standing in the doorway of her dressing room.
He was shaking like a leaf and felt sick to his stomach, as he hadn't had a fix in too long and was starting to go through withdrawals.
With no strong support system in his life, he'd long ago turned to drugs for some semblance of what felt like stability. Of course, this was really just destroying his body, but it felt like it was all he had.
The withdrawals had always been a pain in the ass, though. Being a cabaret host didn't exactly pay the best, and sometimes there weren't any dealers accepting blowjobs as payment, leaving him unable to score anything.
So, here he was, standing in his coworker's doorway like a miserable puppy.
"Come in" she answered without turning to him, though she did glance at him through her mirror. She was in the midst of putting on her makeup for that night's performance. "What's wrong, Em?" she asked, noticing his shaking frame. "Did you go outside without a coat again?"
"What did you call your, eh, oyster thing?" he asked, sitting down on her dresser, much to her annoyance.
"Prairie oysters" she told him. "Perfect for hangovers"
"What about withdrawals?" he asked, avoiding her now-concerned gaze. "And what was the recipe again?"
"I'll make you it" Sally dismissed, setting aside her makeup supplies and opening one of her lower drawers for the ingredients. "Though I can't promise it'll do anything"
"Can't hurt to try" the host dismissed, gratefully taking the shot glass and swallowing down the concoction with a small gag. "I can't believe you do this regularly"
"A girl can't have a headache on stage because she drank too much the previous night" she shrugged, putting away the shot glass and going back to her makeup. "I know you'll get through this- You always do- But are you going to be okay to perform tonight?"
"I always am, dear"