Aug 2, 2016
“Are you sure this stuff is safe?”
“Uh- No. I’m pretty certain it’s not. That’s the thing about hard drugs. Even when they’re safe, they’re still not really.”
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“Are you sure this stuff is safe?”
“Uh- No. I’m pretty certain it’s not. That’s the thing about hard drugs. Even when they’re safe, they’re still not really.”
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[[text to: Anabelle]] “There is a party in my pants. And you’re invited. Bring tacos.”
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It was barley past opening time when Vincenzo heard the front door to his bar open and someone step in. He was in the back, getting a drawer for the register from the safe and checking his voicemail. Angelo was off that night, doing something or other for one of their girls and for some reason, Cenz kept putting off hiring another bartender to make up the time difference. Meaning he was the only one on staff until Ang’s errand was done. It may even be all night. These sort of things were precarious.
“Just a sec!” he called from where he was locking his doorway. As he rounded the corner and slid the drawer home, he looked up to his patron.
“Sorry ‘bout that. What’ll it be…?”
The girl looked familiar. So familiar. Not just the way her hair and clothes looked, but the shape of her face and the way she held her shoulders. Took Cenz a few extra seconds to realize that he knew her from the photos on Angelo’s cell phone. His sister, Cenz thought.
“ Anabelle, right? Holy shit! Uh…hi. Welcome.”
Vincenzo hoped he was right and this was his friend’s sister. If it was a girlfriend, shit was about to get awkward.
“Have a seat! Ang isn’t here for a while. Can I get you a drink?”