Diana continued to tear her room apart in vein, desperately searching for some form of release from her sober prison. Salvation rang through when she heard a knock on her door. She fixed her blonde hair and answered it. Much to her delight it was Ramsay with a lunch bag in hand.
"Ramsay!" Diana cheered as she dragged the drug dealer into her apartment.
"I needed to see you again, Diana. At least one more time, before I go."
"Go? Go where?"
"Military school. My past finally caught up to me. My dad doesn't approve of my choices and is shipping me away."
"Oh no, Ramsay, that's awful." More awful for Diana, as she was thinking about the potential of losing her only easy drug contact.
"I brought you something. Its a new product a friend of mine is cooking up. She runs this antique shop that's just a couple blocks down from here, Miss C's Antiques. But on the down low she sells quality weed. She's now dabbling in some harder stuff, I've tried it, its hella bomb."
Ramsay pulled out a vial from his lunch bag, it held inside what looked like cocaine if it were purple instead of white.
"What is that stuff?" Diana marveled at the vial in Ramsay's hands.
"She calls it Calypso's Dust. Its like if coke and molly fucked and popped out one hella dope kid. This shit is tight. First sample is on the house she said."
"Well what are we waiting for?"
Ramsay spread the dust on the table, chopped it up with a razor blade, and told Diana that it was like doing coke. Diana rolled up a hundred and began to snort the purple stuff up. A rush hit her hard as she felt the pleasure of ecstasy mixed with the energy of cocaine.
"OH shit, this is fucking amazing. What is the name of your friend and how much does this cost?"
"Cost ain't much. When less expensive than coke. When you go to the shop ask for Cindy Spellman, she's the only one who hands out the dust. Tell her Ramsay sent you, she'll hook you up." Ramsay smiled as he watched Diana take another hit of the dust.
Because in truth after Miss Tucker bought the sex tape off Ramsay it was too late for him. He got shipped off to military school. No, standing in as the illusion of Ramsay was none other than the witch Circe. She had watched Diana's arrest on the local news and instantly recognized her long time foe. She looked into what Wonder Woman had been doing for the past couple months and laughed hysterically. She wanted to personally congratulate who ever transformed the once proud amazon warrior into a vain, self centered pampered super model addicted to drugs and sex more than standing for moral high grounds. Circe knew one thing, whatever had happened to Diana she wanted to made sure it never stopped. In the disguise of Ramsay she led Diana straight to her shop and her other disguise as the marijuana shaman Cindy Spellman. As Cindy she will continue to sell Diana Calypso's Dust. True to her word the Dust will give Diana a high similar to a mixture of coke and molly. But it also had magical properties that would drain away what little was left of Wonder Woman and reinforce all of the negative attributes that Diana the super model has developed. Truly it was a drug designed to keep her enemy happily in the arms of vanity and bimboism.
"Oh baby, this stuff is really turning me on. Let's get a little nasty." Diana was stripping away her cloths, much to Ramsay/Circe's amusement. Then a knock came at the door.
"DIANA! Its Donna. You better be ready for our dinner."
"Shit, its my bitch of a manager. Quick, hide in the bathroom." Diana shoved Ramsay/Circe into the bathroom.
"This will just be a minute, baby, I'll get rid of the bitch."
As Diana was shutting the door Ramsay stuttered, "Don't forget to get more dust you got to find Cindy Spellman." SLAM.
"I'm coming in." Donna barked.
"Give me a minute, bitch. Jesus." Diana was in a panic. She stashed the rest of the dust underneath her pillow and threw on a pair of panties.
Donna burst in, "Okay bitch, where is he? I heard voices. Don't deny it." Donna walked towards the bathroom door.
"What are you talking about. It's just me. I was watching porn dammit! Its why I'm naked! God, Donna you are the worst!"
Donna in her smart suit and smart hair bun threw open the bathroom door, "Alright ass hole, get out here, party's over..."
Donna stared inside an empty bathroom, not noticing the small residue of teleportation smoke left behind, "I could of sworn..."
Diana was equally surprised, noticed the open window, and smiled, "Told ya, no one here but us girls."
Donna scowled, "Get dressed, we leave in 10 minutes."
"I need 20 to get ready."
"15, or I'm changing your community service to picking up trash by the highway."
"FINE, God your the worst." Diana whined.
"Funny, says on my pay check that I'm the best there is, and what I do is saving your sorry ass. Move it bitch."
Dina grumbled as she got her cloths together and got ready for her dinner date with her ass of a manger, Donna Troy.
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