<div class="floatleft">(http://iv1.lisimg.com/image/4094843/600full-tegan-quin.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">She exhales when Jade returns to focus, and looks down at the drinks in her hands, offering one to the Gnawer.  "I wouldn't advise drinking anything here.  The drinks at Studio 54 probably had less GHB.  Besides, I was more concerned with getting these."  She shows the tabs in her palm to Jade and smirks faintly.  "Dr. Leary's favorite mind-expander is apparently still alive and well.  I will admit, this wasn't what I was expecting.  I didn't realize acid was even still a <em>thing</em>, let alone a thing that costs $50 a pop."<br/><br/>She glances over toward the others and groans softly, muttering.  "Why, yes, that is what is happening.  I thought we were here to work, not boink the locals."  She slips the acid tabs into her front pocket, and puts her shot of tequila down on a nearby table, scanning the room again.  "You want to join the knuckleheads, or keep scoring drugs from the <em>least</em> subtle dealers on the face of the planet?</span></span><br/>