Asleep on the dressing room couch face down was the deputy director of authority. Lucky strike hanging from his lips not yet lit, his hand dangling two forefingers in a spent glass of Canadian Bourbon. The sudden sharp knock at the door jabbed between his eyes like an ice pick, and then the knock happened again.
"I'll tip her!"
Spat out Warren as he rolled off the couch knocking the glass on it's side, but not losing his valuable last cigarette.
A blur of focus made the red door ahead of him swerve and roll like a spiral chocolate sundae. The knock continued, adding to the after birth of one wild binge session. Disheveled, and sour tasting, Blayze finally answered the door.
" What is it? Mr. Knocky knock? Mr. jackhammer of self impotence? What is so important that you proceed to chisel away at my fucking head with your shouting and pounding?"
Warren slurred.
" Mister Blayze, Chris Blade wants you in his office now."
The messenger then left.
"Damn, damn, damnnn. Just need a little pick me up and we're all set to go. Where is that little bottle of miracles? Mescaline, natures snap up. Here it is."
Blayze snatched the bottle and broke the tiny pill into his coffee. Slamming the mixture down, he soon realized that he forgot one crucial ingredient. In a few minutes he would be bouncing off the walls seeing weeds and tentacles and that sort of thing unless he took the balancer. Alka seltzer with a spotted green and pink pill as a chaser. The room was starting to water up, and the wallpaper's fish began to swim. The black bag was just a trip away from him. Warren tore it open and dug through a quick sand like amount of bottles and powders. A hand reached back and grabbed at the hairs on his arm.
"CHRIST!"
Warren shook quickly and then continued to search for the ingredient. The seltzer was tossed in his coffee, but where was that damned spotted pill?
"NO TIME! NO TIME!"
Blayze was shouting at different volumes now. Then he spied the right container and attacked the child proof cap which winked at him. The bottle cap flew open throwing the pills everywhere inside the room. Warren grabbed two of them and hard swallowed them, falling it the throes of the balance and recovery. Sweat caked on his hands and finger nails as he felt the cool coming onto him.
He snagged the bubbling coffee and slugged the rest of it down his throat, before running to the bathroom. "No time to shave, no time for a tie, just run a comb through it and be off man!"
Warren Blayze snapped a comb half way through his hair before it caught his scalp and popped into oblivion most likely the bathtub shower. He lit his Lucky strike and opened the door heading to Chris Blade's office, slightly jittery. Once there he opened the door and found himself a seat.
" I had a rough night Chris, but I'm here. What's going on?"
