Closed starter for @midnightsaboteur Dexter and Kane
Kane tapped his cigarette on the edge of the glass ash tray. A hazy smoke filled his apartment despite him leaving a window open. Despite selling pretty much every drug on the market, nicotine and caffeine were his only vices. He didn’t even really like alcohol. Being in a haze wasn’t good for his business. Still, his mind was a little hazy, caught up in his thoughts about the town’s big gossip: Dexter was back in town. That little clown who made his way to the big leagues and now made bank telling his jokes. He’d seen a few Netflix specials like everyone, and some of his jokes were alright. Kane just wasn’t the comedy sort.
Someone buzzed his apartment. He pushed his cigarette into the ash tray before making his way over to the intercom by the wall. Must be that new guy who wanted a few ounces. “Come on up,” Kane said into the intercom before buzzing the stranger in. He wasn’t too worried about getting jumped. All his shit was in a safe and he usually had a good fifty pounds on most guys. Especially stoners. Still he couldn’t stop thinking about Dexter. He’d always been cute but he’d grown into his features and became proper handsome. No doubt a lot of girls from their high school were regretting calling him a little freak. Not Kane though. He hadn’t regretted not making a move in high school and he wasn’t about to start now.
That was till he opened the door to his apartment and found Dexter standing outside. Kane swallowed hard-- wondering if maybe Dex wouldn’t recognize him. It had been years after all. Kane cleared his throat. “Come on in, Dexter.” Shit so much for anonymity.