ahnvee ; liked for a starter
“You’re sure this is a good idea?” Wick’s nerves are getting the better of him, the shadowed confines of the car seeming to tighten around him. He wasn’t claustrophobic by any measure, but the tightness in his chest had him shifting in his seat and glancing over at the man behind the wheel. “Once we cross the state border,” he stops himself there, it wasn’t like they could go back, They both understood the deal. To many pieces were already in play. It wasn’t hard to find a use for his Chemistry minor, a little supplemental income to keep him moving forward with his Engineering degree, selling sleep aids to the sea of desperate undergrads contemplating hanging themselves in their dorm rooms before mid-terms. But, he’d never done a deal on this level before, and the biggest bag of party favors he’d ever cooked up was in this trunk of a strangers car carrying him over state lines. He was going to end up in a federal prison for this.