<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">All systems go.  I don't have an image in mind per se, and will leave that up to your discretion/fertile imagination.  Let's rock this!<br/></div></div><br/><br/>"Wait, what--"<br/><br/>But it was already too late, and only discipline kept Alberto from reflexively trying to pull away as the needle tip rapidly found its way into a vein.  Alberto looked away and made himself inhale, deeply -- he could most easily tolerate needles if he wasn't looking -- and hissed a breath through his teeth when the contents of the syringe had discharged themselves into his bloodstream and the needle was pulled out of his skin.  "Fuck, man!" he muttered, shooting a look at Andrei, putting the base of his right palm against the needle mark.  "Warn a guy before you do that next time, okay?  I don't... always..."<br/><br/>Alberto half-trailed off as he staggered, bracing himself briefly against one of the couches before sinking into its leathery embrace.  The world was going a little fuzzy already -- Andrei didn't skimp on the good stuff.  "Always have a little trouble," he said, half-absently, "going under.  Woke up getting my wisdom teeth taken out.  Fucking sucked balls..."<br/><br/>He paused, drifting away from the memory.  "You know a funny joke I heard once?" he said suddenly, latching on to a train of thought that is rapidly disintegrating  Guy is getting prepped for surgery.  The anesthetic guy, he says... he says, 'Okay, I'm gonna give you something really good.  Really good, to knock you out.'  Patient says... he says, 'I dunno, doc.  How strong is... strong is it?'  The doctor... answers...'"<br/><br/>The fog was rolling in, and Alberto let it take him.