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Eddie drops the near burned out cigarette onto the wooden deck, crushing it with a twist of his boot.

"tick tock, clocks a tickin'. And I want you to know I'm cuttin' you a deal here, 'cos I could easily sell this to any of the letterman douche bags for $25. $30 if they're particularly stupid. And let's be real, most of them are."

He pauses, swinging the baggie between his fingers for a few more seconds before stashing it safely back inside his leather jacket.

"Octavo, I know you don't mean anything by it," he begins. He's calm, but there's a coldness in his tone. One he's not used to before, ever, with anyone aside from perhaps Cecil and Sebastian.

A casual glance is spared in the woman's direction, yes, he could sense her rage, yes, he could sense she was seeking confrontation but despite it all, he had nothing to offer her but his nonchalant demeanor.

"Can I help you~?"