Dylan whistled beneath her breath as she made her way through the still slightly trashed Theta house, she had expected to see it in more shambles than it was but there were a few black rubbish bags lying around that no doubt held the aftermath of an over the top frat party. She nodded in acknowledgment as she passed a few familiar faces, making her stop here once a week to visit Sydney, she knew they probably assumed they hooked up and she let them think that, that option being better than what really occurred between them. The routine was always the same, give him his profits and she picked up her next round of drugs, they rarely chatted or kept it far beyond business which is the way she liked it and intended to keep it, she had dealt with men like Sydney most her young life and she wasn’t about to get more than professionally involved again. She stopped at his door, taking in a deep breath before knocking loudly. “Pizza delivery!” She called out a sing-song voice, rocking back on her heels as she waited for him to answer, her hand gripping the wad of cash tightly in the pockets of her oversized coat and praying he had something good to deliver her this week. @sydmorrissey
