Lisa's holding a fat percription-type bottle in the palm of her hand. You look at it then up at her. She's smiling oddly, and her eyes are obviously wide with energy behind her thick-rimmed sunglasses, but if she's excited she trying her best to keep it in. A weird air hit you as soon as you opened the door. It's obviously this is no ordinary visit.
"...Hi!" Her bubbly voice breaks the wierd silence.
"Er, hey. How's it goin'. You respond warily. You back away from the door despite your better judgment. You recompose yourself to be more polite. "Come on in."
"Thanks!" grins Lisa as she struts inside your dorm room, looking her usual valley-girl self. Her squeaky flip-flop peel off her feet noisily as she walks on the wooden floor.
You close the door behind her follow her toward the sofa, where she lays down her purse and hums to herself. Time for some small talk.
"So how are you?" you ask, "I haven't been keeping up with you."
"Oh, I'm just great." Lisa says. Her demeanor is that of a Mary Kay salesgirl. She whips off her sunglasses and looks over at you. "I'm sure you heard Lyon broke up with me." The smile doesn't even leave her face.
"Yeah, I heard." you exclaim, "I called you up but I couldn't reach you. I'm so sorry."
"Don't be!" Lisa shoots back, like she was expecting that reaction. She gingerly plants her jogging-short-clad self onto the sofa. "I feeling fine, really."
Knowing from experience how badly Lisa takes breakups, this cheerfulness is a little out of the ordinary. You sit down next to her staring quizzically. "Are you sure?" you ask, putting your hand on hers. "I know how hard it must've been, so sudden--"
Lisa cuts you off. "It wasn't sudden at all." she waves dismissevly in the air. "He kept complaining for forever about how "fat" I was and how his friends made fun of him..."
"That's terrible, what a dick!" you say, genuinely concerned. "I can't believe how insensitive--"
She cuts you off again. "I know, babe, I know. I read your message, it was really thoughtful of you to get back to me, but really, I'm fine!" (You'd text-messaged her days ago as soon as you'd heard about Lyon) "And I'm sorry I didn't call you back, but I was busy doing something."
Strange, you think. What could be more important to Lisa than venting her feelings. She quite an emotional girl. "...Busy doing what??" you ask.
"Looking for this." she answers chipperly. She holds up the big pill bottle in her hand and rattles it a bit. It's basically a large white bottle with a uncharacteristically tiny label.
You smile awkwardly. "Ah...what the hell is that?"
"Something I found on the web." her voice is dripping with sweetness. "I just got it in the mail and came to show it to you."
"I ask again," you say firmly, "What is it?"
"What do you mean?"
"Is it drugs?" She looks at you like you're from mars but you're deadly serious. There's no telling what's she high off of after being dumped.
"NO! No, of course not!" she laughs, "It's...
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