Puzzling (a fiction)

Lacey: I’m confused.

How are the actual perfume addicts in the perfume community, getting high?

A dead perfume addict: They constantly wear perfume.

Lacey: How many times a day do they spray?

A dead perfume addict: Dozens?

Lacey: And they spray more than once, each time?

A dead perfume addict: Yes.

Lacey: Yikes! Doesn’t that burn your nose?

A dead perfume addict: You’re not a big person. For me…it- I don’t get any up my nose.

Lacey: I always got and get perfume up my nose if I’m not careful.

A dead perfume addict: Yeah.

I’m a guy.

…Okay.

*Later*

Lacey: But how does that get you high?

A dead perfume addict: You feel…good. It’s a chemical reaction to good perfume.

Lacey: Huh.

Are you already happy?

A dead perfume addict: *Laughs*

Yes.

Or high.

Lacey: Yeah, because you can’t get high in that way…off perfume…unless you’re already happy.

A dead perfume addict: Oh shit.

*He thinks*

What does it do to you?

Lacey: Well, I’m not using it.

I’m not an addict.

But…that wouldn’t even do anything. I’m not happy enough.

A dead perfume collector: Oh! Because Lem died? In 1879?

Lacey: Yes. I’ve never gotten over it.

A dead perfume addict: So…-

Lacey! That was over a hundred years ago.

Lacey: Well. I can’t get over it.

A dead perfume addict: That was in 1879!!!

Lacey: Yes!

But…it still bothers me.

A dead perfume collector: Okay.

*He thinks*

Lacey: We don’t need to talk about that.

Look…I’m just not happy. Okay?

A dead perfume collector: So…we’re happy.

And…we use perfume.

Lacey: And it seriously doesn’t burn your nose?

A dead perfume collector: Well, okay. Maybe slightly.

Lacey: Do you…-

*She thinks*

I don’t get it. But I get it.

A dead perfume collector: