“Just please try not to piss them off, I really can’t afford to find a new drug dealer again.”
“hey now.” the rustling of the bag in london’s hands pauses for a moment. “joonks. my buddy. my brethren. do you really not have that much faith in ol’ london? that hurts, man. that really hurts.”
she shakes her head in what can only be defined as feigned disappointment, punching open the register to pull out a handful of coins before dragging joonki’s garbage bag of dirty laundry over to the nearest washing machine. why she does his laundry for him, she certainly doesn’t know, but perhaps it’s got something to do with the way he shoves an entire unopened packet of cigarettes into the pocket of her hoodie, before leaving her be during her graveyard shift. yeah. that must be it.
“i’m almost insulted, because i for sure have never questioned you and your drug lord’s camaraderie, and that’s sayin’ something because you know i question everything.”
london smiles, sickly sweet, and jumps up to sit on one of the benches, the tip of her sneaker repeatedly nudging at the small of joonki’s back like a child desperate for attention.
“i promise i won’t piss ‘em off. i was just gonna ask ‘em, like, standard first meeting questions, y’know? ‘what’s your name? how old are you? when’s your birthday? what time were you born? i hope you’re not an air sign...’ blah, blah, blah. the usual. i am the last person in the group you should be worried about.”
sentence meme – accepting!
