Go dose Dahlia

You show up, apologize for being too early, and invite yourself inside to do the deal. Dahlia isn’t that attracted to you, but what does help you out are your talking points, gaslight fuel Erin's given you that would appeal to hippy Dahlia and make her feel like maybe an exploratory session with the new acid, along with you, her new, cool, open-minded delivery driver, would secure having her overdose.

Some of the bologna lines your practiced are things like this:

"Not only should the electoral college be disassembled, but racial ethnic reparations should bolster minority populations of the new system." That one gets Dahlia's eyes open, and she juts out her rack at you.

"Environmental standards are not just individual responsibilities, the real crux of the situation lies with the corporations that **** loopholes." Dahlia invites you in to sit down and hit the bong.

And, your personal favorite: "it doesn’t matter who in individual wants to be intimate with, or where they want to get intimate with another person, the only thing that matters is the love, the feelings between those two people while they’re Wrapped up in one another’s arms." Dahlia moves next to you on the couch, both of you pretty stoned from all the weed smoke.

This, actually works. Hippie women eat this stuff up, and you hang out with Dahlia for almost a cool hour before, after packing her bong bowl with some of your own strong marijuana, you decide to spring the trap.

"So, I mean, I don’t know if you want to try this stuff now, but..." Dahlia is following you, smiling with glassy eyes, her brown hair falling over her tye-dye T shirt. "You seem like a pretty cool girl and, we probably could do worse than one another for social conversation while opening up our minds…"

Dahlia's initial coolness towards you has faded. She hits the bong and passes it to you, coughing only slightly. "Come here and let's see what you got." Dahlia pats the couch next to here, and in a few more minutes and with more false, sweet words, you're putting a tab of overdose acid onto her tongue.

You pack the bong again, and this time you shotgun the exhalation into Dahlia's mouth as she leans in, a good little stoner hippy slut ready to have a good time.