2nd place winner of Lisa Dawn - luv2mumble's The Great 69 Contest
"A drop of this."
"A drizzle of that."
"A pinch of this."
The second the white powder dusted the top of the mixture an explosion rocked the laboratory.
A blackened hand pulled an equally filthy body up behind the table. A charcoal streaked face turned slowly as hazel eyes surveyed the room through grime-filmed glasses that lay crooked across a nose. A cloud of smoke escaped thin lips.
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