Feeling Lydia settle against him, a nagging thought reminded Darren that he had a girlfriend but like he always did while working, he swallowed the thought away. He wrapped his free arm around Lydia's waist when she loomed over him and locked his gaze. The gesture wasn't necessarily out of attraction for Lydia, but an unspoken trust. Generally speaking, most users wouldn't allow just anyone to stick a tiny needle into their eye.
Sucking in a sharp breath, Darren's body braced when he felt the pinch of the injection and the subsequent growing pressure in his eyes. It was exceedingly difficult to not blink but doing so would entirely fuck the process. He continued to stare through the pain and up at a now very blurry Lydia.
When she drew back and the needle pressure ceased, Darren's now white-less eyes closed and he released a groaning sigh as the tension in his jaw slackened. Over the following several seconds the Opal began to take effect on his system and though Darren felt weightless with euphoria, his heartbeat was now racing. He let out a moan as his head lulled mindless forward to Lydia and back down to the sette. His eyes opened--but only partially--and he was smiling widely without really even knowing it.
"Fucking good shit," he mumbled lazily.
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