she was the least intimidating drug dealer anyone had probably ever met, but still - she meant business. and the stern tone she’d used to invite joe along with her was entirely loving. “ some rutledge manor girl wants adderall and i can charge her like, double what it’s actually worth. i don’t know, rich people problems. ” she paused, looking at him defensively, “ and before you tell me that it’s wrong, keep in mind that they like throwing their money around, so why stop them_??_ i’m not even sure why she wants it … i mean, i can only imagine how stressful it must be to be rich and thriving. ” taz laughed sarcastically at the thought, followed by an eye roll. she did, admittedly, harbour a bit of resentment toward the wealthier population of augustine, even though she knew it was just their luck of the draw.
there was no insult she could conjure towards those in guarded in the gates of rutledge manor that joe hadn’t already thought of towards himself. he’d grown up with a deep-seeded idea of defensiveness that it wasn’t his fault that his family had money, but it was a part of himself he contained and learned to suppress the more time he spent away from home. “i mean, i’m feeling kinda guilty. in grade ten i definitely paid like sixty bucks for a pipe.” instead of displaying his internal struggle, half worried that the sharp girl would dig in even further, his tone instead showing the light-hearted side he usually put forward. awkwardly, his long fingers fumbled through his hair, pushing it out of his face to keep his akward hands busy.
