ask-salado:
“Suck it.” She grabbed her crotch and shook it at him. “I don’t think I wanna share that omelette with you anymore.”
“There’s no way in hell you can finish that omelette all by yourself.”
ask-salado:
“Because maybe that was the plan.” She huffed. “Fine. Let’s get the egg together since you’re such a baby.”
“I’m not a baby, you’re the baby.” He whined, “I’m older than you by… five or four years. I think. Possibly more since you kinda look like a tiny aged sixteen year old.”
ask-salado:
“Same shit. You shut your sassy mouth, head to the Deathclaw Sanctuary and grab an egg. And don’t bullshit me with a chicken egg, I know the difference.”
“Why do I have to get the egg? If I go you’re going to have one dead dude and no egg. And no omelette, which is bullshit if you ask me.”
ask-salado:
“You want a really good omelette?”
"Yeah, sure. But what about the best omelette?”
I dunno, your mom paid me real good to sit on her face last night.
“I don’t give two shits about my mom, so you go have your fun with her.”
ask-salado:
Sal gave a fake ‘I’m offended’ gasp and placed a hand over her heart. “But daddy says I’m priceless! You are such—” Her eyes caught a very familiar uniformed being patrolling the area. The same kind of being that would hassle her from time to time over her petty shit. She grabbed Brent’s hand and dragged him with her. Usually she would have ran off, but if this was going to be her only dealer for now— she had to keep him out of trouble. At least try to.
She felt like a nice person for once and she felt disgusting.
“Time to go,” She said loud enough for him to hear. “Totally time to go.”
At least she had some sense of humor, there wasn’t any such thing as priceless. Everything had it’s price, most of those things just didn’t have a tag indicating how much, sometimes you just had to assign it the one you thought it was.
“Go where? I didn’t realize you were so eager to get this done.” Brent laughed, people like her were so confusing as fuck.
Your dick is only worth three bucks.
“Surprisingly, it still costs 20 times more than your cunt.”
ask-salado:
“God, your dick is only worth three bucks? Now I’m not really sure if I wanna see it.” Salado snorted, not moving quickly for the other three bucks. “Do you even know how to price yourself? Or just the drugs?” She had a eat shit smile now. “Because judging how big your feet are, ahh,” She peeked at his feet. “… I can say you’re cheating yourself some money. Like a dollar.” She laughed at her own shit. She was a real charmer.
“No, but you’re worth three bucks. We can make a deal.” He said pocketing the money, looking her up and down. “Or not.” Brent sighed taking a look at his phone, “Just depends on how much you need it.”
brent-walker:
Ah so there wasn’t a point in overcharging her, chances were she wouldn’t have the money to pay for it. Damnit. Brent managed to keep a close eye on her as he fished out the little baggie of meth from him bag, a couple years back he was on the other side of the deal,…
Quickly he grabbed the cash from her hand and began counting it, three bucks under, “Hey, princess. You’re short by three bills. If I don’t get all my money I’m definitely not taking my dick out for you.”
Drop off || CLOSED (ask-salado)
ask-salado:
“Meeeh, a teenth. Don’t have much, but enough, y’know?” She looked up at him with a half smile and one eye squinted. Her hands were in her jacket pockets, fiddling with the money she debated about giving him. As she kept her act going, she thought of the best way to rip the guy off and make off like a bandit. The fact that he was a walking pharmacy enticed the woman.
There was no room for dignity or guilt at this point. Both of which she lacked much of.
Ah so there wasn’t a point in overcharging her, chances were she wouldn’t have the money to pay for it. Damnit. Brent managed to keep a close eye on her as he fished out the little baggie of meth from him bag, a couple years back he was on the other side of the deal, trying to score something for both him and his sister for as less as they could. Driven by nothing other than the fact that they needed it. Like they needed air to breathe and water to drink. But food, food wasn’t neccessary. They would go on the rest of their days pretending that the drugs provided the only nutrients they needed to survive. “Money first.” He could tell the signs of somebody trying to run from a mile away and he wouldn’t hesitate to shoot somebody who threatened his livelyhood.
