@littlclargo gets a starter!
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“It’s a little late to be out, don’tcha think?”
And of course, Z had no place to comment here, but he was unfamiliar with this person. He takes the cigarette that was placed between his lips and glanced up at the stranger, dropping it and crushing it out beneath his boot.
“IF i were you, I wouldn’t ask so many questions,” Layla snapped back, her tone indicating that she wanted (no, needed) something, more than anything. The withdrawal symptoms were taking their toll on the girl and all that she craved was zydrate. Turning around to make sure that nobody had followed her here, the heiress pulls out her purse. “I know you have what I want.”
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“Fine, fine...no questions.”
He held up both hands in defense, blue eyes remaining trained on the woman in front of him. Z wasn’t stupid, he’d been in the game long enough to know the difference between a paying customer and a snitch, this woman didn’t appear to be the latter, showing a few of the symptoms he displayed when he’d gone without a hit for a few days. His eyes fell onto the money she pulled out from her purse. Good thing he’d just come from retrieving a fresh batch...well...as fresh as it can be. Double checking that they were indeed alone, he reached into his pocket inside his leather jacket and pulled out the little blue vial.
“Indeed I do.”