Picture by 360
"You havin' a good time!" The suited man shouted over the din of the club. The couple only heard him because they noticed him approaching, returning his question with nods. "Come to the back," he yelled, "I got something for you two lovebirds." The presence of the large security guards and the alcohol coursing through their veins clouded their judgment, deciding to follow the man to the back. They felt the cold air on their sweaty faces as they entered the office, the music only faintly penetrating the walls. "If you both step in here," the man said, gesturing them to a room marked 'Employees Only.' They complied, stumbling drunkenly through the door into the dark room before the man turned the lights on.
Immediately, the pair realized just how small the room was, no bigger than a walk-in closet, with most of the space taken up by equipment. A click came from the door, signifying it had been locked. The couple tugged on the handle to no avail, their minds sobered by the panic they were feeling. Lights and devices turned on, the whir of machinery filling the air. The two hugged each other as the light and noise intensified, fearing for their lives just before they started to feel… strange. Their bodies began to merge into each other, taking on the color and consistency of talcum. For a moment, two statues of powder stood in the room before collapsing into a heap, the piles impossible to distinguish from each other.
The door opened to the man, his face filled with a smile as he entered. He grabbed a small brush from a cabinet, sweeping the two lovers into a pan and carefully moving the powder into a container. From there, he exited the room and brought the mixture to a table where an assortment of small devices sat. "Sorry about this," he said, the apology not reaching his eyes, "But love's a big commodity, it's the most potent drug on the market at the moment." He dumped the pile into the top of a machine, starting his work as he filled capsule after capsule, sealing the pair into hundreds of tiny pills, ready to be sold.
The pair was scared, unable to understand what was happening until, piece by piece, they were sold and passed out around the club. The first time someone put them on their tongue, they felt an all-encompassing pleasure as they dissolved away, giving the user a high. The second time, they struggled not enjoy every last second of their absorptions. By the third consumed tablet, their minds were broken by an insatiable lust. There were still so many to go, ready to be taken, but no one would ever know where the source of their high came from, not that they'd care.