Sour Candy [Snooping Around Case File 33 Investigation]

"Alright, alright. That's cool. I'll take that twenty-five then." He handed her the bottle into her hands. Well, well. She really knew more than he thought. In its own way, it was sort of refreshing. There were all sorts of moronic mouth-breathers who attracted too much attention. Sure, more often than not they might have some cash to pay. But, they really lacked any kind of subtlety for this kind of thing. Nor did they even know their limits. Hard to enjoy the fruits of your labor when your customers keep acting like absolute morons who let things slip from their lips. Or when they keep dying like flies from having too much fun.

"Worse than krok, girl. We got peeps claiming it turns you into a demon from the Eden area. I know I'm a shady motherfucker in this trade, but I don't wanna deal with inhuman sons of bitches. Already hard enough as is with normal cops. I'll take a few years in jail than become some asshole's dinner, ya get me?" Despite his relaxed demeanor, his frown grew a little deeper as his distaste began to seep through his teeth. There was even a kind of fear in his eyes. Guys like him didn't have the kind of powers Cadets or even Psyche-Terrorists have. Sure, he dealt with the latter group more than he'd admit. At least they were his kind and they wouldn't actually eat him, so far. He drew out another pill bottle and held it towards her. "Ask and you may receive, fair lady. I'll keep you in touch on that and I get it. Sorry about the powder, it's all I have on me. But I'll hit you up first once I get my hands on the pills. If you know anyone who wants this stuff, call me."

He drew out his own disposable phone and shared the details with her.  "Nice doing business with you, babe. Looking at the time, I got places to be right now. You can expect spectacular service from me, promise. Until next time."

He left with a light lazy wave in Patricia's direction...



When Patricia returned back to the streets, they were relatively empty as the afternoon was beginning to die down. There was little of interest to be done here for now...

Patricia handed over the dough but dumped the pills in her hand and gave the bottle back. She pulled a little baggy of her own from one of the pockets inside of her skirt to put them in and stuffed the pills in her shirt. The cops were less likely to freakin' just grope you if they shook you down so it was harder for them to get found that way. As much as people liked to think otherwise Patty wasn't stupid, just irresponsible. She knew what she was doing and how not to get caught doing it.
"Yeah, fuck THAT. I am not about that life, like I'm just tryin'a have a good time y'know?" That's what she told herself. Sometimes it was true. Other times she was having a bad day and needed help. Xanax was a downer that'd blank you out for a few hours. It wasn't for having fun.
"I can get the word out on the club scene, I'm pretty sure there's some dumb rich bitch that can blow money on hugs and doesn't give a fuck. But if I start reffin' users it's gonna start costin', gotcha? Maybe some freebies somewhere?" That was how the streets worked, nothing ever came for free. She could get a good hook-up if she could make things work, maybe get her hands on suppressants. Or something she'd actually enjoy. This wasn't gonna be her job though, that was a bad idea.
"Take it easy, bruh."

The lanky girl waved back and let him leave, going in the opposite direction he did. The place she came back to was empty but she got all she needed and she had a good lead. This Giddy shit can't be allowed to fuck up her supply, it was really scary stuff. She wasn't gonna end up like that one guy fried out of his brain space. Patricia clutched her chest where the pills were, feeling the tight feeling in the back of her head again. She was worried she was already heading that way... but she made some good choices today she thought. That wasn't going to happen to her, she wouldn't be like everyone else. She could do this. Patty left in a casual step but stayed in Sunlake Palms. She was serious about getting some ice cream. It'd take her mind off all the fucked up shit for a little bit.