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“Hm. So you’re back?”
The long-haired teen sneers at the others tone, and his hands ball into fists as the man before him gives a hollow, mocking laugh.
“Damn kid, you must have gone on one hell of a rager.” The gruff man observes with a blatantly cynical tone. “I mean, didn’t I just sell to you three days ago?”
Connor’s already hateful glare intensifies at this, and he takes out a pale hand from his hoodie pocket before promptly flipping the other off. “Look dipshit, what I do is none of your fucking business. Now do you want my god damned money or not, because there are plenty of other greasy scumbags around this city I could buy shit from.”
The others cocky smile fades at this comment, and lets out a genuine groan of annoyance. “Low blow, kid. Low blow.” He then takes a short pause before shoving his arm out expectantly. “Fine, just hand over the money, and stop your bitching”
Connor gives a slight nod before taking his other hand out of his hoodie, clutching numerous bills in his fist. He slams the cash into his dealer's waiting hand, and the other simply rolls his eyes at this gesture before turning his attention to the contents in his hand.
“Fifty bucks.” The man announces with a slight scoff after taking a moment to sum up the total in his mind. “I gotta say, Connor, I’m a bit surprised. I figured you would’ve sprung for the good shit.”
“Don’t say my fucking name, asshole.” Connor snaps, once again presenting his middle finger. He then takes a few seconds to compose himself before shoving his hand back into his pocket and continuing, “For your information, this was all I could scrape together without anyone in my shitty family getting too suspicious.”
“Well if that isn’t the most fucking pathetic thing I ever heard.”
Connor’s fists clench in his pockets at the others teasing remark, and has to repress the urge to punch the smug smile off his face. After all, the other was surprisingly fit for someone who he only knew for selling drugs, and could most likely kick his ass with ease if the situation were to ever turn physical.
The long haired teen slowly lets his fingers uncurl from around his palm before saying, “Look you egotistical douche bag, just cut the fucking bullshit, and give me what I payed for so I can fucking leave.”
The threat comes across more pleading than Connor would care to admit, but gets his point across regardless.
His dealer gives a nod of confirmation before taking a moment's pause, and reaches into his right pocket. Connor holds out his hand, expecting to be given a small bottle or baggie, but feels something much smaller plop into his palm instead. A gray, oblong pill now rests in the middle of his hand, and a mixture of anger and confusion comes across the teen’s face as he stares down at the potential drug.
“It’s called a Squip.” The gruff man explains once he notices the other’s expression. “They’re some weird hallucinogenic from Japan, and ever since they’ve gotten to the states, people on the black market scene have been going nuts for them.”
“Is this some sort of fucking joke?” Connor shouts after several seconds, looking to the older with a hateful glare. “I didn’t give you all that money for one god damned pill!”
His dealer raises an eyebrow, and gives an uncaring shrug. “Sorry kid, but my supplier said I can only give one of these per customer. Apparently they’re some really powerful shit, and taking anymore than one will really get someone fucked up.”
Conner’s expression softens slightly at this, but remains skeptical as he once again shifts his gaze to the Squip. “Is that so? Then exactly how powerful is powerful then?”
“Well, I don’t know specifics,” The man admits, quickly running a hand through his oily hair. “But apparently it’s strong enough to land this guy in a mental institution. Oh, and a few months ago, some kid who was on it burned down someone’s house.”
This assurance does nothing to quell Connor’s skepticism, but decides he should just take what was given to him since the other most likely would not be refunding his money.
“Whatever.” Connor mutters as he slips the pill into his pocket for later. “Thanks for nothing then, you fucking rip-off artist.” He then turns, and begins to walk towards the nearby street before the others voice stops him.
“Wait, kid, I almost forgot to mention something very important about the Squip.”
Connor stops, and turns his head just enough to where he could see the man from his peripheral vision.
“It apparently doesn’t work with just any type of liquid. You need to take it with Mountain Dew for it to have any effect.”
Connor sneers at this.
It was now crystal clear the other was simply fucking with him, and his face heats up slightly in both embarrassment and blistering anger. He then sharply turns his attention forward before holding up a vengeful middle finger, and continuing towards the road.
“Fuck off, Kevin.” Connor yells as he stomps around the corner, out of the others view.