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The fumes are suffocating, they press in around you as you gently fan the Bunsen burners flame. You take in a deep breath, bliss surging through you as you inhale the toxins, it was addicting. Dangerously addicting. Your eyes flutter shut as you exhale and for a moment you forget to monitor the flame, your mind drift drift dropping away as the chemicals begin to overwhelm your senses, your very being. "Oh yeah, this is some good shit," you murmur, inhaling deeply once again before you kill the flame and flick on the ventilation. Leaning back in your chair you kick your feet up onto the desk-

"Max! Max!" A fist pound on your door tearing you away from your chemical hazed sleep. "Max open this damned door right the fuck now! You awe me!" The pounding continues as a heavy sigh escapes your lips. You kick you feet from the desk and your body cries in protest. Blinking slowly you notice that is barely half past three in the morning. "Max! I know you're in there! Open the fucking door! Max-"

"What the fuck, Benson!" You growl, rubbing at your eyes as you flip open the door and glare up at the blonde with bags so dark under his eyes that they looked permanently bruised. His cheek bones stood out prominently on his face and his hair looked duller than the pipe your grandmother had handed down to you after she overdose on shitty patch of tonics that you swore you would never make again. Rest In Peace Gran.

"Are you trying to get us busted you fucking idiot!" You snap as you snatch up his wrist before dragging him into the sad excuse of an apartment that you rented at the edge of the district. "Cause I swear to Ripred if I go down, I am taking you with me." You shove the door closed shoving him towards the mould ridden mattress in the corner of the room. "What the hell do you want?" You gesture towards the bed before you begin to fumble through the draws pulling out cracked vials examining them for ones that were not a total right off. You find 5 and you make quick words of reviving up the tonic you had brewed into each vial before corking them.

"Fucking Shaw is on my ass about a new batch. He basically broke down my door and ripped my apartment apart like a fucking animals looking for more. So now my apartment in trashed, and Shaw has gone off the rails. It won't be long before he finds this place." Benson Flops down onto the mattress, running a hand through his hair. He looked like shit. More so than usual.

"Fucking Shaw," You groan as you shove the vials into a bag and toss it in Bensons direction. "He's starting to be an issue. We have to cut him off. I think its time we sent the white coats on him." You lean back against your desk, chewing on your lip thoughtfully. "I'll get Leah to spread some rumours among them about his recent recreations." Benson gives you a concerned look at the mention of Leah but you wave him off with a shrug. "She won't say shit. She needs me. Her back pains getting worse, I'll give her a few vials of the healing tonic and her lips will be sealed for the foreseeable future."

You push off your desk, kicking off your boots. "Now either get the fuck out of here or move over."