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@sebwolfe
Nora scoffed. As he pulled money out of his wallet, a grin appeared on her lips. It was a small victory for her, not having to move. She blew him a kiss before dropping her gaze back down to her phone, smiling smugly. “Yep, extremely.”
Sebastian poured himself a double, moving back around the bar and taking his seat once again. He glanced over to Nora, shaking his head. “You’re the worst bartender I’ve ever seen,” he teased, taking a sip of his drink.
“Are you paying by card? If you weren’t planning on it, then stop your whining. If you’re going to pay by card now just to spite me, I’m never serving you again and you’ll be deprived of my amazing company.”
“I could be, you don’t know. You don’t know my life. My story.” Sebastian paused for a moment, flipping open his wallet and taking out a ten, sticking it by the register before walking around the bar and pouring himself a drink. “There, happy?” he asked, a sarcastic grin pulling at his lips.
“Like fuck you won’t be,” he said, taking a step back from him. “I’ll hold you to it.”
“Do whatever you want, but it’s never going to happen.” Sebastian took a deep breath, wetting his lips, eyes darting over the shorter man. “I need a number. That you have. And you’re going to give it to me.”
“Jesus Christ, just leave the cash by the register and go behind the bar to get it yourself. I’m on my break here, not your slave.”
“And what if I’m paying card tonight, huh? What about that Nora?”
“Oh fuck you,” he said, shaking his head. “Do you think you’re better than us because you clean? Fuck, we’ve all be there. Clean for a little while and then we fall back into that rabbit hole again,” he continued, stepping closer to the other, so close that their noses barely touched. “You’ll be the Madhatter again. Soon enough.”
“Three years isn’t a little while, Vik,” he reminded the man. Sebastian didn’t back down as Viktor advanced on him, only straightened himself. “No,” he said softly, keeping his voice even. “I will never be that person again.”
“Something like that,” she said, nodding her head as she flicked her butt to the ground, watching the puddle snuff it out. “No one’s better off going to college, not in this economy,” she replied. “These days, it’s just something to do when you don’t know what to do.” Meredith glanced down to the stranger’s arm, brows furrowed. She wasn’t surprised. Most people around here were into drugs, it came with the territory. “It’s Meredith,” she said.
“To be fair, I would have gone eight years ago, but I probably still would have flunked out.” Sebastian could only shrug, scratching absently at his arm, at the phantom itch that came and went from time to time. But he’d stopped. After he woke up in a ditch, needle still in his arm, it was either time to stop or the next time he wouldn’t wake up. Sebastian’s lips twitched in a sly smirk. “Bye Pixie,” he repeated, tossing her a wink before turning his back to her, taking out his pack of cigarettes and his lighter, bringing it to his lips and inhaling the smoke as he walked away.
“So fucking hostile,” he said, laughing softly. “I’m not saying you are. I’m just saying that anyone in the basement is either fucking, fighting or getting high.”
“Maybe I wanna fight,” he muttered, raising the glass to his lips, lowering the rest of his scotch. “Maybe I just wanted to make sure that I don’t regret my decision to get clean.” Sebastian paused, looking around the room before pushing himself to his feet. “Yep, don’t regret it at all.”
“I’m not very old,” she said. “But I’m not in college, so it’s like a one-up.” The whole concept of going to college was lost on her. What was the point, really? Wasting the prime years of your life behind the bars of an institution. Pay for a prison. “We’re not friends, really,” she felt the need to clarify. “Do you plan to lecture me when I answer?” she asked. “Heroin.”
“Just old enough, huh?” he smirked. “Is it?” he asked, his brows furrowing as he tilted his head in thought. “Sometimes I wonder if I’d be better off if I’d gone,” he shrugged. “Fair enough, Viktor doesn’t really have friends. Customers and enemies, that’s about it.” Sebastian shook his head. “Nope.” He took the last drag of his cigarette as she answered, flicking it to the street. Rolling his sleeve up slightly as he exhaled the smoke, he held his arm out under the light, revealing the scars of old track marks. “Not one to judge,” he shrugged, tugging the sleeve back down and pushing himself off the wall. “I’ll see you around, Pixie.”
“Nah man, you overcharge,” he said, downing the rest of the mickey in his hand, letting the burn settle in his throat. “What you even down here for, then? Everyone just fucking does drugs down here, is it a self torment thing or are you boning a junkie?”
“I didn’t offer to suck yours, I sure as shit ain’t taking any of your money anyway.” Sebastian pulled his lip between his teeth, shrugging a shoulder. “What’s it to you what I’m doing here? I’m not bothering your customers, you can relax.”
“College event or something, I guess. Everyone looks young,” she said, flicking ash to the rain-slick ground. “Yeah, I’m here a lot. Mostly just came here to buy from Vik at first, but I started making it my go-to spot. It’s not bad. Just the right amount of trashy.”
“You look pretty young yourself,” he argued, his eyes flicking over her petite frame. Sebastian let out a snort, narrowing his eyes at the mention of Viktor. “Yeah, I’ve seen you and Vik around together,” he nodded, pressing his lips together. “What’s your poison? Or is that too invasive,” he mused, flicking his ashes absently.
“Yeah, and you’ve bored me to tears ever since. Who knew your entire personality was actually just sold for sixty dollars a gram.”
“Suck my dick,” he sneered, rolling his eyes and looking away from Viktor, taking a deep breath and focusing on his glass.
“There’s a convenience store not far… Guess I’ll head down there if I stay late,” she shrugged, letting her head fall back against the roughly patterned wall. “I needed a break from… in there. Too rowdy, even for me. And not the kind of rowdy I like.”
“If?” he asked, rolling his head slightly to look at her, taking a drag from his cigarette. “Yeah, not really my kind of crowd either. I like it better when it’s dead in there,” he shrugged, jerking a thumb back toward the door of the bar. “I’ve seen you here before.”
“Work’s not that serious, man,” he shrugged, laughing softly at his response. “Come on. Won’t kill you.”
“I’ve been clean for three years and you know that you prick.” His eyes narrowed, taking a sip of his scotch.
“Wouldn’t be that tragic,” he said. He began whispering for affect. “Another line?”
“You’re just a glutton for self destruction aren’t you?” he murmured, more rhetorical than anything. “Fuck off, Vik.”
Meredith did as instructed, pressing the end of her cigarette to the cherry of his and inhaling. “Interesting. I just lost my butt fuck virginity,” she said, crossing her arms and leaning against the brick behind her as she inhaled the smoke, holding onto the smoke in her lungs and letting it settle.
Sebastian’s eyes flicked over her face as she inhaled, pulling away once her cigarette was lit. He took another long drag off of his own, flicking the ash toward the cement. “I’m glad I could do the honors,” he smirked, mimicking her position against the wall. “But now we’re fucked when we want another smoke.”
“I’m a very chill person. So chill right now,” he said, laughing softly. “Anyway, not working tonight. Doesn’t matter, does it?”
“So chill you’re screaming about doing another line,” he pointed out, quirking a brow. “You’re gonna get yourself fired.”
“Excuse me?”
“Butt fuck,” he repeated with a chuckle, wetting his lips with a grin. “Put your cigarette between your lips,” he murmured, waiting for her to do so before leaning in, cupping his hands around their faces as he pressed the butt of his own to hers. “Inhale,” he murmured around the filter.
