DERELICT - Excerpt

Jason did mind a little. He thought that it was ridiculous that his application, of all the other crew, was pulled for review. He thought that the humming of the light bulb above would drill a hole into his head. The chair he was in was too small for his frame and now his ankles, cocked in an acute angle beneath the far too short table, were erupting with a creeping tingle that was now clawing its way up to his knee. He hated that the stooge had the cartridge to their lips, inhaling and exhaling a puff of thick sickly sweet white vapor, and didn’t even bother for his answer.