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Laying across the carpet, Summer watches Rick's slow movements, the gleam of the razor blade, the glacial speed of his face going from pinched eyebrows of focus to a grin, and the rhythmic scrape of the blade on her mirror as he breaks down the glittery chunks of fairydust into thin lines.
He flicks his eyes from the dust up to her face, then back, grinning more.
"So, uh, what does fairy's dust do?" Summer asks, nervous. Rick never shares anything more than weed.
"Th-They call it Beauty's Aphrodisiac. Y-You wanna fuck for a day, then sleep for a w-week!"