It used to be fun, back in the day, for some of the more fucked-up boys. You'd get them, punter
s with more pills
in their pocket than they knew what to do with, guys that just had enough cash to splash around a few when needed. Some that just went out, not getting too fucked, just a wee bit to keep them awake, but they could spot someone when they were well gone.
It's easy, when you've got some daft wee lassie, her brains half-way round the moon and her body doing all sorts of rushes by itself, never mind with someone touching it.
Maybe her man's not quite so much fun tonight or maybe he's out on the dance floor and she's gouchin'. Most of the E these days is just speedballs anyway, same back then. And if you think a speedball always has charlie in it, you're well dumb. Why mix something into it that costs so much when the idiots at the raves will buy anything. Anyway, the lads get the mix a wee bit wrong or you get over the speed a bit too quickly and the smack takes over. Christ, even that kind of happy buzzy mood still makes it that much easier.
So there you are, spare pills or powder, a little bit of chat. "Fancy going here/there. Doing a little bit of this/that. Naw, not got enough for more than just us. Make it just you and me." I mean, ok, you've got to patter them into it a bit once you get them away from the crowd, but it only takes a few quick words, the magic massage touch (never fails when someones that fucked on pills) and you're away. A lot less effort than trying to pull in a nightclub full of drunks and a lot cheaper than a hooker.
Cool, I s'pose, if she ends up enjoying herself and doesn't mind being used as a quick fuck. Not so cool, sometimes, when she gets back to some place and doesn't get given a choice. Still, best not to tell about that one. Happens quite often, and if it's some dealer that's done it then it might be safer just to keep your mouth shut.