Drugs!(Joel/Invite)

[Mischa Badoer]

Druggie druggie drugs..drugdrugdrugs!

Mischa chimed in her head as she walked through the dark allies. Why was she walking through a scummy part of the city in her current preggo stage??

A GIRL'S GOTTA WORK!

One would think she wasn't safe... but the uzi in her holster would beg to differ! She knew she was safe when she had a gun with her... hence the gun.....and the knife that was in another holster tucked in her boot. Yupyup she was ready Freddy!

She already made a shit load of money that night and she had one bag left! It was only a twenty bag.. but what evs! She wanted to go home and have some ice cream with Kevala >:3

She couldn't find anyone in the area that she knew would be good for their money so she didn't even want to bother to ask. Heck! Why would she want to sell to someone who could never keep their end of the bargain... After all there are quite a few people on her list of people whom owe her money. When they get deeper and deeper into debt, she will be ordered to kill them off. She would like to keep that list low, 'cause all considering Mischa was a good kid and it wasn't her favourite thing in the world to kill people.

Mischa was about to leave when a new face caught her eye. She had sold to him a few times and so far he seemed to be doing good with keeping up with the payments. She approached him and would probably ask if he would like to buy her stash. After all she just needed it to be out of the way. She had a few E tablets, but she could probably sell those at another time, she didn't want to over kill with this guy.

"You lookin' to buy again?"

[Joel Garfield]

Every little thing I do, never seems enough for you. You don't wanna lose it again, but I'm not like them! Baby, when you finally, get to love somebody.. Guess what, it's gonna be me..

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A grin on his face, he'd look down at the ground as he moved, hands in his jeans pockets. Black that went straight along his legs, not skinny, more like holey work jeans. A chain dangled down from his studded belt and made a jingling noise as he moved.Noises which of course were drowned out by the sounds of the nineties. With ear buds, a Walkman, and a blank mixed CD... Joel was free to enjoy all that he loved... Punk rock and pop music of old. The world was grand and no one could tell other wise. Thank yeh lord jesus for it. There was no telling what would have happed had he not been blessed with such music.. He could have gotten permafried or something. Breaking free from his parents path, the British boy was doing his own thing... in some way. not completely different, but not all that cliche.

After all, he didn't play a guitar in a band that would never see stage light.

Reaching into the pocket of his jacked, he'd turn the volume down slowly as he saw the young woman. Yes, it was her, of course it was. Who wouldn't be able to remember such a radiant dealer? Just his luck right? Buying from a hotty, packin heat. Of course, there was no chance to rogering that one, which really burnt his toast. That was out of his hands... For now. Pulling the buds out of his ears, he'd stuff them away in the pocket and pick up the pace. He didn't want her running off. HEEEE NEEEDDEDEDEDED MOOOREEEEEEE..

"Oi, whatcha sell'in today?" He'd question, his tone was friendly. breath reeking of alcohol, yet he managed to act completely normal.One had to love a good alcohol resistance. He'd smile down at the woman as he stood a good distance from her.NEVER GET INTO THE SPACE OF A WOMAN WITH A GUN. Bad freckin things happen, he had learned that back in London.

Tell me yeh have somfin good fer me pretty lady~~[/ul]

[Mischa Badoer]

And of course he wanted to buy. She was always nice to the people that had potential to be a regular. She grabbed the 20 bag and waved it in front of his face.

"I'll give you a five dollar discount."

Not like she needed the five dollars... it was only a five and she had a crap load of money. The house her and Kev live in probably wouldn't show how rich they were, but they didn't want anything flashy due to Kevala's paranoia.

Eventually she was going to keep an eye on him, because she knew he sold. If he got out of hand she would probably ask him to leave... but at the same time...maybe she would hire him? After all she is going to go on maternity leave soon...if mobsters get maternity leave??? Anyway... she won't be in a very good condition to deal when a human being is about to pop out of her woowoo! Though who knows... she was sure this guy would want a job so he could have some money to pay for the various drugs he buys. Only problem was that he was still new so she wasn't too sure if she could trust the guy...after all...he was English!

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"Deal? Or would you just want to wait for more?"

Another reason why she couldn't trust him! They don't know each others names... But that won't change until she is sure she could. She doesn't like befriending her customers 'cause usually they are no good and only care about drugs. That is the crowd Mischa didn't like to be with. She loved to do nerdy things like watch super hero movies or play video games >:3 With druggies...they might back stab her...Well... that is the impression she got from a majority of them... there are some she was sure were good...like the one in front of her..but at the same time this guy probably had characteristics that were no good one being something she knew about..he was an addict.

[Joel Garfield]

Waving the post in front of his face, that wasn't cool. Joel motioned at the bag with...'grabby hands'. MAN WAS IT EVER HIS NIGHT. A discount and it would seem the cutie was in a good mood. Life was good, he'd straighten up, trying to regain his previous chill composure. Yes, he wasn't a weirdo...No,never. Smiling at the girl, the brunette nodded, reaching into the coat of his coat, money money money. Grabbing a handful of crumbled bills, he'd quickly uncrumple and count all he had pulled from the abyss.

For a moment, the Brit thought to himself.What oh what was he going to do with his spoils? Selling it held no joy to him, since he always had enough money to buy more. A job and no rent was good, but there were always the desperates back at school. Begging to buy a little, no they didn't want to share his blunt... They wanted their own. Greedy bastards. Silly folk who didn't know how to share. But there was something he had always wanted to try.

Once after hearing about these kids, anime fans... Or something.Raving about getting high and playing a game..The one where shit was rolled up with tripadelic scenery and weird music. IT WAS SOMETHING HE HAD TO TRY. It apparently was good for a trip out, one he wished to experience.. HE LONGED FOR IT. A new experience, a new one involving drugs in some way. Sounded like fun. Holding out the money, he waited for his glorious bag of green magic herb...<3

Was she questioning whether he dealt or not?

How strange, was he in trouble or something.

Shrugging the tall Brit, looked down with a smile. "I don't deal... Or at least I don't mean teh deal. I just sell to those who beg me at the school..." He hadn't meant to talk, but he just couldn't stop himself. Spoken fast as he looked to the dealer and then around. Wondering what trouble he'd be faced with.

QUICK EXIT SCAN.

He could only pray he'd be faster, if shite hit the fan that is.

Don't hurt me.. don't hate me..please sell to me..I need it.. I want it. I want to smoke... I need to smoke it. Please don't take it...

[Mischa Badoer]

Mischa smiled at his answer. He answered truthfully, so perhaps she will consider him. She will have to keep an eye on him to see if he will still be trust worthy. Mischa handed him the bag and took the bills he had scrounged for his weed.

"What I do is sell it for more than it's worth to 'em. They don't know the difference...They are children that pay too much attention to drugs than math."

She pulled out a notepad and pen to mark down the sale then she looked up at him while tapping her lower lip with the pen. She flipped the page and wrote down a number. It was her cell that she gave out to customers... V.I.P customers one could name it. "This way you can probably get a hold of me before I sell the good stuff." She was in a good mood tonight. Though it might be due to the fact she was preggo and was going to have a baby with the woman of her dreams!

She tore the paper out of the book and handed it to him folded and in between her index finger and middle finger. "I'm feeling generous tonight."

(OOC: EPIC FAIL sooorrrry)

[Joel Garfield]

HE LIVED! yessssssssss, the bag was handed and he still had his hands. All the more reason to scurry off and avoid the wrath of a woman, but she was talking to him. TALKING TO HIM. Oh hot and delicious dealer, so kind and sweet, talking to scum like him. Perhaps it was his lucky day? Not in the sense of getting some, but merely the fact she was conversing and not killing him slowly with a frying pan...or something. He'd smile at her, nodding as she finished his statement. "How true."

She was right, so many of the stoner's he knew purposely bought pot off him, all for the sake of avoiding the dull and boring math class. Who needs high school math, right? What are the chances of using SOHCAHTOA outside of school? Or the other ridiculous things studied? At least those were the rants he had heard from the depths of the pit. He kind of liked math, but not trig. Fecking trig.

Joel couldn't take his eyes off the radiant little beauty before him, he couldn't help but smile.Who wouldn't be happy? Watching some pen and lip contact, damn he wished to be the pen, if only for a moment. She was writing something, he couldn't help but wonder... For a moment, before she offered him the folded piece of paper.

Her number...

HHAWWWWEESSSOMMMEEEEEEE...

Hot and awesome.

Reaching out, he'd take the paper,looking at it for a second before sliding it into the pocket of his coat..All the while thinking: FFFFFFFFFFFFF don't lose it! Don't lose it! Don't lose it!"Why thank yeh." he couldn't help but grin. He hadn't been her customer long and..BAM CONTACT NUMBER. The world was a good place, aweyeaahhh.

[[oocc: FFAAILLLLL o___o]]

[verrat]

Verrat liked the night. He liked it more than the day actually. HE was especially pleased with his new weapon. It really packed a punch if you know what he meant. VErrat was walking the streets. He saw all sorts of people who he thought really shouldn't be on the streets. Some were to young and some seemed to old. Otherwise it seemed the right crowd was out. He was making deals with all sorts of people. HE never kept a gun either. Just his brass knuckles.

VErrat was passing a dark alley when he noticed to people who seemed to be a little suspicious. HE decided he wanted to investigate what was going on. "So how are you people doing tonight? He smelled a hint of weed."Smells good. What you packin? Wanna match some bowls?

It was Verrat's overly friendly attitude towards drugs that was going to get him killed. Hopefully they didn't decided to fight.