Roxxy drinks it

It's not the best idea to drink a concoction made from a never before seen plant. Nora didn't even know if it was poisonous. But something made Nora think I'd be fine, perhaps the brief sniffs of the perfume addled her brain. Still, the coward within her surfaced momentarily, and she looked at Roxxy with sheepish eyes.

"Uh, you wouldn't happen to be thirsty?" Nora held the vial out.

"Are you kidding me? I'm not drinking that!"

"Come on, I went through all the trouble of crushing that mushroom up and everything," she waggled it from side to side, "who knows, maybe it'll be the best thing you ever tasted!"

"It'll probably be the last thing I'll ever taste too," she retorted, but yielded a moment later, "fine, but just a tiny taste. If I die, you better bury me with my walkman."

"You still use a walkman?"

"Oh shush up." She tilted the vial back just a touch. She smacked her lips with a quizical look on her face. "Huh. Well that sure is... hm."

"What, what is it?"

"Hold on, throwing up."

She bent over, her arms wrapped around her stomach. Vomit splattered against the floor. There was a writhing, pulsating, glob of pink among a half digested sandwich which grew larger with every second. A moment longer and Roxxy probably wouldn't have been able to throw it up. It grew until it was the size of a dog, and then it stopped. Little mushroom heads grew out in bunches. It sat there benign, swaying slightly from the tunnel breeze.

"Oh my god Roxxy, are you okay?"

Roxxy coughed. "I'm... I think I'm okay. Ugh. The moment it hit my stomach I knew something was up." She fell backwards, sitting down on the cold floor, taking deep breaths. She took a sip from a water bottle in her pack.

"I'm really sorry!" Cried Nora, putting her hand on her friend's shoulder.

"Man, Nora, fuck you," Roxxy said, but then realised and changed her tone, "Sorry. But you're totally buying me beer for the rest of your life."

"Heh, a month."

"Deal. But don't ever make me do something like that again."