Jul 12, 2015
( talkofyouandme )
HE RUSHES UP to the person he's pretty sure is buying some ecstasy, hands in the pockets of his navy blue hoodie and sunglasses on the bridge of his nose, despite it being 11 o’clock at night. “you were the one who texted me for this, right?” ross asks, pulling the bag of pills out of his pocket and showing him to the other. he's never been wrong about an order before, and the person is standing right where the unamed number in his phone texted they'd be. this could be some kind of set up by a cop, a situation he's been in before, but he's got a handgun and his very best running shoes on him, so he's safe for now.