Tox.

Argus did not come to nightlife-sectors to mingle; he came to these locales for one reason.
For girls with blue-black skin, glittering slick as oil skimming all those innocent rivers on Baseworld.
Toxic hosts to the organic narcotics their employers paid them handsomely to administer.
And it was simple; just the smallest kiss, her mouth soft against his eager lips.
He snatched an extra hit before she could move away.
“Not a wise choice, sir.” She laughed.
Argus opened his mouth to say something smooth, but he could taste her overdose on his tongue before the temporary dysarthria even set in.