Of All the Gin Joints in the World (*) [Rock]
@roscoesykes
Selling drugs in a teeny tiny English town was easier than Shock thought it would be, honestly. People were absolutely thirsty for something to do. She had imagined a bunch of posh fuckers, but she had to hand it to Wade--he’d chosen a good spot to set up shop. Half the town was college kids bored out of their fucking minds.
When the town wasn’t going topsy turvy, they were looking for a way to go topsy turvy themselves.
And Shock was more than willing to help out.
She’d just made a pretty good sale to a couple of boys that’d she’d met at a party a few weeks back. Leaning against the wall in an alley on the west side of town, just ‘round the corner from the cathedral, she counted her money with a satisfied little smirk, a cigarette hanging from the corner of her lips.
When she heard footsteps scuffing the sidewalk coming towards her, she casually pocketed her money, patting at the baggies still in her pockets. At first, she thought it was her next customer, but when he got closer, she realized she didn’t know him. Shock glanced at the retreating backs of her last customers, wondering how much he saw.
Not that Shock was ever worried. Instead, she just smirked at him a little.
“Creepin’ around alleys sure is suspicious,” she quipped at him. “Someone might think you’re up to somethin’.”










