getting high with the frats
you were the dealer of this place, sliding around grams of crackers, everyone bought the mary of roses that you had.
Business was booming, and not only that, you were protected, once a professor found your little shop of Knicks and knacks, but as soon as you were about to get your ass handed to you the bouncers fought the jocks, even after they were just with you.
You needed a distraction, and you got one, so you slither away. For spite you hand rich a gram and he slips a twenty into your pocket. You've made 120 that day.
But today on this new fair day, your sitting with the frats and their gold hookah, fancy rich pricks am I right.
'How much is a gram, I think I had two so far' lvan mumbles, finding the wall very interesting I his high.
'Ten depending on the type' you tell him, giggling at his apparent unawareness.
'But I paid twenty yesterday' rich exclaimed, shooting out his chair to point his finger in your face, to which you slap away with mock disgust.
'Cuz I make big bucks off scum like you, scaming you like poor people' you use their words against them, Charles takes offense to that and raises his thin eyebrow at you.
You just shrug and take one long rip, this will probably earn your special privileges taken.
You stand correct as the hookah is snached like stings wig that one day, you were about to grab it back, but Raj and his fancy tux with stupid anchors on them, TAKES your puff of love.
And has it himself.
'OH the way it tasted, it felt so good, filling my lungs, my head spin, my fingers tingle, and pleasure all around, really tickled my tingle, you poor peasant' he mocked you in your face, and then doesn't even blow the smoke towards you.
Needless to say that's a crime, so you jump at him, putting him in a headlock as you hit him where the sun don't shine with your good knee.
'Poor people really have no class, you reckless hooligan' Charles dared to mock you while he was in kicking distance.
Now Raj has a partner on the ground, though rich, bless him now, hands you a new puff, though he backed up quickly covering his little guy.
'Oh cool that was sick'
'Ivan, your still facing the wall' you snicker
He shrugs his shoulders 'but I heard it, and know what they look like when down'
'True, true big guy'
'They both could have stopped you but didn't, they have class unlike you' rich points out like a bum poking his pals, to which he ends up also on the floor.
You and Ivan clash the gold instruments together and have the good of goodness, it feels like how Raj described.
The end my nonexistent readers. Two mins on the clock my little flock.