Santana looked at the small puppy rolling around on the bed. His tail was wagging ferociously as he battled with the chew toy Santana had brought him a few days previously. However the chew toy seemed to be winning, bopping him on the nose every now and then. He really was a sweet little thing and he'd taken to his new home away from his mother without many problems. Santana had read all the books and all the websites prior to his arrival and she had every intention of turning him in to her own personal guard dog but he was just so damn docile. She put it down to him being a puppy and not quite being sure of everything but she'd wondered about him from the moment a butterfly had landed two foot away and he'd gone absolutely ape shit, nearly throwing himself through the back door to get away from it. He'd get there, he just needed a bit of guidance. "You gonna be good while mommy is away?" She asked him tenderly as she swept him up. He instantly forgot the toy and tried to lap at her face. "I take that as a yes,"
Half an hour later she pulled up her motorbike outside the large house. The garden was already littered with empty cardboard boxes and two people were waving sparklers in front of their faces as if they were the most marvellous thing they'd ever seen. Music blared and Santana took a moment to observe the situation before her. Literature students tended to throw great parties and a few words here and there about weed being good for the imagination sold them on her deal pretty quickly. She was dealing alone tonight due to another party, much smaller, being held across town where David would be selling. She didn't mind that though because she didn't need him fucking up her other plans for tonight. After casting a glance at her phone, she wandered across the road, hands stuffed deep in to her pockets. She could hear the shifting of plastic rubbing against each other and it was oh so satisfying.
Unlike other parties she didn't make a show of herself the moment she slipped in. Instead she located a few familiar faces and made small talk and a few discounted sales. She knew how to treat valued customers after all, she wasn't a complete bitch. The few drinks she was offered were passed off to other party goers as they danced past and the few more intoxicated people bopping in the kitchen were more than happy to fork over their money. One guy tried to talk her ear off about the stress he was feeling from one of his term papers and it wasn't too difficult to lecture him about the benefits she could provide for that in return. She didn't really appreciate the big kiss on the cheek but she could accept the dollar notes he pushed in to her grasp. She went to the garden at one point for a cigarette but hurried back inside when someone vomited all over the grass area in front of her. She didn't have any time, or cure, for that.
The party grew in pace and soon the living room area was full of dancing people. The kitchen was less busy and a large amount of the students had found their way out to the garden despite the vomit in the grass. Santana had found herself beside the staircase, deep in conversation with a girl, Juliet, she had actually met on terms that weren't related to her dealing. She'd given her a lift from Campus once after she'd sprained her ankle and surprisingly, Santana hadn't slept with her. And that was when she caught the flash of blonde hair she recognised all too well and beside her was the face she was really looking for.
"You alright? You're not fucked already are you?" Juliet asked with a big grin as she took a sip from her cup.
"I'm perfectly sober," Santana told her honestly before offering a smile. "I'll catch you in a bit, alright? I'm gonna go scout around, sell some more stuff. This one is on me," And then, after pushing a bag in to Juliet's hand, she disappeared off through the crowd of people.
