Duping delight playing out on the thin lips of the taciturn teenager that stood thumbing the plastic with impatience, he was slowly giving up the game. He flipped it over and held it fixed between thumb and forefinger. Not even the rude, raucous, resourceful R could hope to meet Wammy’s Second less than half way.
"As promised, I don't piss where I live." Came an unprovoked response to an unspoken accusation. Perhaps, R was trying on some adult vulgarity in attempt to inflate his daring to B-level indomitability, a last ditch effort to keep his peer from taking advantage.
But they both knew from the moment B refused to meet him half until he saw the product, he was defining the terms of engagement. Now showing his hand, R had yielded in good faith to one that was unlikely to care one way or another if they became enemies, pissing where he lived would be R’s mess to clean up.
"I.. assume you've something for me?" The peer inquired, hoping that Backup might offer without him having implore or press further. One fraudulent, high quality Identification card in exchange for 10 grams of thallium nitrate.. 95% purity.
