Mini McGuinness

Cook wasn’t exactly one for toying around now a days, had this girl popped in his life while he was still going to school it might be a different story. She was attractive enough that he probably would’ve pined after her at some point, but that was then and this is now. 

A small nod ensues at her question just before he allows her to take the small package that enclosed the drugs. Her next question however sends an instant chill down his spine, his lips tugging into a straight line, eyes fading in color briefly. His mind stooping to the worst case scenario, even if he didn’t think that the lanky blonde before him was a cop. He’d be foolish to let his guard down.

“Nah – just travel a lot, pick up pieces from here and there.”

There was a pentrable shift in the air that even Mini in all her vanity picked up. Had it not been for such a close and intimate proximity from the man, she might not have even noticed. She did. In fact, she had become so good at avoiding certain topics herself, that she knew that this was one of those case in point moments. 

 For what it was worth, she had only intended to chat him up a bit. He was fit, at least in the rugged worn down way. If she had been younger, she may have tried to make a play, instead, she settled for just feeling out the situation. Maybe he wasn't interested, though she found that hard to believe. Everyone was interested in her. 

        He’d parked his car alongside the road where Louie had tipped off to him, the doors unlocked, the car off – only the quiet hum of passerbys filled the silence that otherwise enveloped him. 

Not even parked for ten minutes before he’s joined by someone else, his eyes flickering upwards, landing on the rearview mirror where he could see who now occupied the backseat of his car, now having a face to go with the voice that had met his ears moments ago. 

Shifting to look back at her when she requests what she wants, turning his head to the side so that he could see her out of the corner of his eye, but not completely, “Then you’ll know I need to see what you’ve got as well, yeah?” He digs into his jacket pocket, retrieving the MDMA, holding onto it between his index and middle finger, holding it up some just enough to tempt her.

"All business," her tone holding the slight traces of disapproval, masked with playfulness. Sifting through her bag, she held up the wad of cash. "Are we pleased then?" Taking the baggy, she tucked it away. His accent was recognizable, definitely not local to the area. 

 "You from Bristol?" The question was innocent enough, and she was particularly lonely for home, despite all the problems she'd left behind there. He sounded of home. Musical to her ears, and wanting more she made conversation, despite knowing that he probably didn't care.

“And you obviously don’t know shit.” The smoke nearly made her gag and it only infuriated her more. Although she took a step back to try to avoid the smell, Farah was prepared to punch her, and mess up that perfect little face of hers, if she said the wrong thing.

  ‘the sign said closed and you still walked in.        it’s not my fault you walked into literal hell.’

“I said you’re an idiot. And just now, what you said, proves it even more. I’m not crazy for telling someone the truth. If anything, you’re crazy for being so arrogant for thinking no one will tell you off. Now, I’ll ask nicely. Can you please put that down?”

' You come highly recommended.’ Slender fingers released the handle as bare legs came in contact with the cool crinkled leather of worn in seats. Adjusting herself comfortably, she sifted through her bag for the wad of cash she’d tucked into the pockets just a mere moments before. 

She’d been out of touch with the buying of illegal pharmaceuticals since she’d reached university. A small, satisfied smile crossed her features at the memories of her adolescence. She had been quite keen to getting fucked nightly, but now she couldn’t find it in her to get nearly as blitzed as she had when she was younger. Time did that to a person. 

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       “Stop being a fucking idiot, yeah?” Farah didn’t even really know        the other all that well. She’s seen her a couple times, here and there,        in school but that was about it. Nevertheless, people what Farah        considered destroying themselves was not something Farah wanted        to see. And yet everyone was drinking, smoking, doing whatever        the fuck other drugs there are.