e m a n u e l .

“Well I know you didn’t come to see me. So I figured you weren’t interested in the pleasantries. But hello, how are you? When did you get back in town?” She smirked, glancing back over her shoulder at him as she sat on the edge of her bed and pulled a box out from under it. “I’ll see what I can do” she hummed. “Definitely have xanax….” She murmured to herself pulling a small bag out. “aha…this one is the luminal under a different name, easier to get that way” She nodded as she pulled a few of each type out. “I’ve got all sorts of other shit too…molly, weed..the usual's” 

"Hey, I’m doing great,” he replied, obviously still giving her shit. “I don’t know, three...four days? Time’s a bitch, you know. Can’t really keep up with it anymore.” He was half joking. The trip to Atlanta had been fairly long, Manny sleeping through much of it and spending most of his first day knocking on doors and dialing the few numbers he had for Atlanta folks in his phone. “I’ll take them.” There was no hesitation, leaving Manny to wonder how desperate he looked. “I mean, the xanax...the luminal. I need the luminal.” His lips pursed and he pulled out his wallet, cash jutting out from the tips he’d earned at open mic the night before. “You uh, wouldn’t happen to know anyone that’s hiring, would you? Aroma Mocha looking for any entertainment anytime soon?”

“Surprise” She stepped back and opened the door a little to motion for him to step inside. Manny was regular enough at Aroma Mocha that she knew his name and his regular order as well as engaged in conversation when it was slower. But she couldn’t say she ever expected him to show up here like this. Brows still raised as she closed the door once he had entered she placed her hands on her hips and cocked her head to the side. “Guess I do” She laughed softly. “What’s your poison?” She added as she started towards her room.

“I don’t know if I am,” Manny quipped back, stepping inside of her apartment. “What, that’s it? No, ‘hey, how are you’? Not gonna ask when I got back in town or anything? Is this how you normally treat your guests?” Granted, he probably wouldn’t consider knocking on the door for pills a guest in his own home...if he had one. “I honestly haven’t gotten that far.” He chewed his bottom lip in thought, thinking about the bag he’d left behind at the apartment he was currently crashing in. What did he have? What did he need? “Wouldn’t have any Luminal on you by chance?” A need. “Xanax?” A want. “I don’t know, what do you have?”

For those who knew Lu, it wasn’t any surprise that she had a stash of various drugs on her most times. While she had cut back a lot from when she was a teenager, it was still a vice of hers, whether or not she liked it. But sometimes feeling numb was better than being in the present. And there seemed to be many other people who felt the same, who would come to her when they needed a pick me up. So hearing a knock on her door in the middle of the day wasn’t all too uncommon anymore, though she did try to make sure Link wasn’t around much when it happened–she had caused him enough harm by enabling him over the years. Not expecting any visitors when the three knocks sounded she had a feeling she knew what it was for–albeit not who it was, so when she opened the door her brows raised a little. “Well fancy meeting you here”

“Shit, you live here?” Manny was surprised, but he wasn’t all the same. He’d become a regular at Aroma Mocha when he was in town and already knew Lu for exactly why he’d come to her apartment. Hell, even if they hadn’t met before over passing pills around he’d be able to tell just by watching her at work. She was different from day to day and Manny’d been on the same shit long enough that he could recognize every tell that a person was on something. “Guess you know?” He scratched the hairs at the nape of his neck.

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