[Depraved]

With a silly little half smile, he relented. Handing her the knife, he cautioned, "Now don't you go cutting yourself with this, you hear me?"
She giggled and grabbed it, immediately running her finger along the blade.
"Owww!!!"
Sticking her bleeding finger into her pretty little mouth, she eyed the knife with wonder. It was truly a thing of beauty. She turned it this way and that, watching the patterns the light made as it danced along the blade.
"Wow...this is really nice"
She turned it over in her hands, feeling the balanced perfection of its weight. She looked up at him, and pulled her finger from her mouth.
"Now, why on earth would you use my knife when you had an angel like this?"
Laughing, he took the knife from her and replied.
"Baby girl, you have a lot to learn."
He took hold of Sully's limp arm with one hand, pulling the skin tight around the muscle. He dug in carefully with his shiny new knife, carving the meat open with ease. As the blood ran down from the fresh injury, Sully twitched. As Vera-Ellen watched with wide eyes, Drifty held the wound open, scooped up a palmful of cocaine, and packed it into the hole.
Sully twitched again, and groaned.
As the blood seeped up through the snow white powder, Drifty leaned down and snorted up a toot.
"Goddamn! I say, goddamn!"
Vera-Ellen laughed and pointed at him.
He shook his head, and wiped the bloody residue from his face.
"What!"
Vera-Ellen pointed wordlessly, and covered her face with her hand to stifle laughter.
He scrubbed at his nose for a moment, then joined in.
"You had me going there, for a second."