She'd made up her mind that she was going to ignore Deon's presence until he left, but that proved easier said than done. Even though she tried to block them out, his words carried easily into Vander's ears as he handed her one of the shots. She accepted it, holding it in a hand that shook slightly. She didn't believe for a second that the cops had been following James specifically. It had simply been coincidence. And a lucky coincidence at that. Another few minutes and he could have been hurt much worse. 

"Help yourself baby, it's on me. And whatever else you want..."

She fixed him with a tired glare before tossing back the shot. Her expression shifted only the slightest bit as the liquor burned her throat. Vander was bitter towards Deon. That much was obvious. But she was also desperate. After a few seconds, she muttered a reluctant, "Thanks," and proceeded to take a second shot. She downed it, and waited for the cloudiness of alcohol to settle over her brain. 

The offer to get her 'whatever else' she wanted had to include Lucid. Vander knew that Deon could tell she was a drug addict. Anyone in the club could tell. The only real mystery was what exactly her substance of choice was. She counted back quickly in her head. 26 hours. It had been over a full day since her last hit, and she was definitely feeling it. It was as though her insides were beginning to collapse in on themselves. Her head still pounded with a raging migraine, and the alcohol did little to help. 

Vander turned to Deon, ready to make her request. There was no point in being subtle about it anymore. He would either give her a yes or a no. And if it was the latter, she would move on to someone else. She held her hand out in front of her, level, and let him see the tremor. "A serious lucid addict needs a hit at least every six hours to stay satisfied," she told him, automatically removing any and all emotion from her voice. It was like she was reciting a fact from a textbook. "I haven't had any since yesterday evening."

The request was out in the open now. She watched him, waiting for an answer.