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Post by Liam Adam Pressler on Aug 18, 2010 13:19:40 GMT -5
Liam sliced the cigar long ways and dumped the guts into the gutter. He tore a plastic baggy with his teeth and dumped the leafy green substance into the gutted cigar. Breaking up the nuggets with his fingers he packed them down with his thumbs, rolled up the paper, licked the edge, and folded it down.
He looked up and down the street from his corner. The sun had gone down. So had the amount of people in the street. And Liam didn't give a fuck what they thought anyway. He pulled a zippo out of his pocket, flicked it, and took a deep drag of his blunt. He held the smoke it as long as he could before exhaling in a long relaxed sigh.
He put his foot down and began to stroll up the sidewalk, puffing the lye occasionally. He couldn't really complain. Things had been good for him lately. He had a new connect for danker product, which he currently was sampling. Life was good.
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Post by Maggie Louise Beauchesne on Aug 18, 2010 22:41:36 GMT -5
see, i like to play nice, [/font][/i][/size] so i can be rude
i might be too forward, did i tell you too soon?
that i like the charade and i like to impose
get me a drink[/center] Today was a bad day. She was out. No more lovely white heaven to sniff and snort. She was totally out, and had no money either. This was one of those days where she just wanted to lay down and cry her eyes out, thrash around and throw a fit until someone bashed her head in. It was the most horrible feeling on the face of the earth. The girl was totally on edge.
Maggie knew the street where she could get what she needed, but she had no idea how she was going to get that. With no money and nothing to offer but herself, she didn't know what she was going to do. The dealers might not want her, and there was no guarantee they'd give her anything when they were done with her. She had been tricked before and didn't feel like falling for it again, but what could she do? Sometimes sex took the edge, but only sometimes.
She walked down the street with her hands in her jean pockets, her eyes glued to the ground. Anyone in the business could tell why she looked like she had just seen a ghost. She was going through withdrawal and it wasn't pretty.
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Post by Liam Adam Pressler on Aug 18, 2010 23:01:58 GMT -5
Liam's walk wasn't taking him in any particular direction. It was just nice to walk and smoke and feel the high in his body. He could already feel the buzz in his legs and arms. This was some dank ass bud. The blunt was burning slow, but had begun to run on one side. Liam licked a finger and wet down the edge of the blunt that had canoed.
Liam heard foot steps and looked up, just to make sure it wasn't anyone in dark blue with a shiny badge and a gun. No, instead it was a girl. A pretty strung out girl by the looks. Liam stopped walking and stared quizzically while he took another drag. She looked like she could use a friend... She was just a teenager by the looks of her and she was in pain. Liam decided to approach her. A young girl in her condition shouldn't be out on the street.
"Yo! Ay yo, girl!" Liam yelled, trying to get her attention. "You good?" Liam approached her, the weed cigar outstretched. If nothing else it might help take the edge off. If she was a smack fiend it would help with the shakes and dry heaves too... but that was getting ahead of himself. "Here. Take a hit." Liam looked around to see if any cars were around that could have dropped her off or if she had just been wandering. He didn't see anything. "Damn, girl. You are a -mess-. You need some help or something?" It was a little sketchy to offer help to random heads on the street, but Liam felt a little bit compassionate because she was so young. Worse case scenario, she rejected him and went on her way, wasn't a thing to him.
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Post by Maggie Louise Beauchesne on Aug 18, 2010 23:18:59 GMT -5
see, i like to play nice, [/font][/i][/size] so i can be rude
i might be too forward, did i tell you too soon?
that i like the charade and i like to impose
get me a drink[/center] Maggie was definitely not used to courtesy on the streets. So when the guy started calling her over to him, she was wary of his motives. The last thing she wanted was to get wrapped up in something bad, not that she didn't live for that sort of thing. Ok, she was being hypocritical and confusing herself. The thing was, this kid didn't look that bad. He seemed like any normal guy, but she had learned that looks can be the most deceiving things on the planet.
Maggie hesitantly took the blunt and took a drag from it. She handed it back to him and breathed in, her body feeling like it was slowing down just a little bit. That's all she needed. "Thanks." But it was a shy thanks, not her normal outgoing personality shining through today. She was unsure of how to proceed from here because normally she got her stuff off of friends.
"I do, but I don't know if you can help me."
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Post by Liam Adam Pressler on Aug 18, 2010 23:31:10 GMT -5
"Well, give me a hint, I'll see what I can do." Liam half grinned. He took the blunt back and took another drag. She needed a fix. That much was obvious. Liam was happy to oblige. "You need a hook up." Liam leaned in getting down to her level to get a better look at her. He examined her curiously.
The question was, what was her drug of choice? She didn't look like a fiend, Liam's next guess was coke. "You're looking for some Yay. Lucky for you, I -can- help. You're talking to Liam Pressler, girl. I'm connected all up the east coast. Just let me make a call. You tryna party right?" Liam wasn't used to picking up teenage girls on the street. He wasn't really the predatory type. Leave that to the sketchy kids.
He knew how bad withdrawl could be though. Several of his friends had called him looking for help in varying stages. So he thought maybe in the long run it would earn him some good karma points? Er... probably not. Either way, he could use some company, and he didn't have anything else to do tonight. Why not blow a few lines and make a new friend?
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Post by Maggie Louise Beauchesne on Aug 18, 2010 23:53:17 GMT -5
see, i like to play nice, [/font][/i][/size] so i can be rude
i might be too forward, did i tell you too soon?
that i like the charade and i like to impose
get me a drink[/center] This kid was moving to fast for her. She felt like her head was spinning even though she wasn't even moving, and the words that came out of his mouth were beginning to run together. What was he saying to her? What did he want? It was all too confusing. Eventually she just stopped listening, only catching the last thing he said.
"No, not party. I just need coke." She told him. "That's all. But I don't have any money on me." Might as well get her financial predicament out of the way right now so that it didn't come to bite her in the ass later. God knows she didn't need him to get pissed that she hadn't said she couldn't pay for it. "I don't know what you want, but I can give you whatever...I guess."
Here's the sad thing, Maggie wasn't a bad person. She wasn't cruel or evil. There wasn't anything that could have brought her to this sort of life, but now she was here. She had gotten sucked in at an early age and it had ruined her. Even in her withdrawal stage she tried to stay calm and cool and not snap at this guy like she wanted to. And the truth was, Maggie didn't like partying. She only went to parties because there was a better chance at free drugs there. But she immediately left after she got her fix. It just wasn't her place. Crowds were too much for her.
And there was one other thing. She had no place to stay, but she didn't need to tell this kid that. It was none of his business nor did she think he'd really care.
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Post by Liam Adam Pressler on Aug 18, 2010 23:56:52 GMT -5
Liam took a final drag of the blunt and flicked it into the gutter. The weed was making Liam a bit loopy. Probably not a good combination when dealing with someone going through withdrawal. He pulled a Newport out his pocket and lit it. The nicotine helped. He felt elevated.
"Alright, just chill. I know a guy a couple blocks away that can hook us up with an eight-ball. He still owes me anyway, so it ain't nothing." Liam looked at her expectantly. "You up for free drugs?" It had been a while since Liam had done coke. Mostly because the come down was painful as hell and left you fiending for more. But tonight seemed like as good a night as any. It occurred to him vodka went great with cocaine, and he began forming a plot to acquire the necessary items.
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Post by Maggie Louise Beauchesne on Aug 19, 2010 0:02:21 GMT -5
see, i like to play nice, [/font][/i][/size] so i can be rude
i might be too forward, did i tell you too soon?
that i like the charade and i like to impose
get me a drink[/center] "Nothing's for free." She laughed a little. "Seriously, what do you want?" It was assumed she'd have to give him something eventually. Who goes and gives coke to a random stranger for free? It was totally unheard of. She wasn't sure whether he was crazy or just high off his mind and couldn't think like a normal human being, fucked up or not.
"I mean I'm definitely up for it -" And she almost said more, but realized she had absolutely nothing to say. She just wanted her fix and then she'd leave this kid alone, probably never see him again.
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Post by Liam Adam Pressler on Aug 19, 2010 0:11:20 GMT -5
"Maybe I just want the company of a pretty young thing like yourself. I'm bored alright? Come hang out for a bit." He said this around the cigarette in his mouth as he searched for the contact. He found the right one and hit the call button. It rang twice then a man picked up on the other end.
"Yo, bro. You still good with that Chachi, right?... I need an eight-ball. I'll swing by the usual spot in a few minutes." He put his phone back in his pocket. He gave the girl two thumbs up. "Just think of me as your cocaine good Samaritan. It's a few blocks away. Come on." Liam started off in the direction of his hook up's house.
"So, I never got your name." He took another drag of the cigarette before flicking it away. He seized this girl up. She was pretty for a fiend, but that wasn't what he was focusing on. Liam wasn't so fucked up to take advantage of a young drug addict just because he could. He just wanted to ride the night out and see where it took him. He was in a bit of an adventurous mood. Maybe that was just the weed.
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Post by Maggie Louise Beauchesne on Aug 19, 2010 0:32:16 GMT -5
see, i like to play nice, [/font][/i][/size] so i can be rude
i might be too forward, did i tell you too soon?
that i like the charade and i like to impose
get me a drink[/center] All Maggie was focused on was the fix, the high, the downfall she was feeling. Her whole body felt like it was going to implode and she felt strange in her own skin, like her nerves were all tingling at once, and not in a good way. She didn't want food or water or even air. She just wanted to be high, high as a kite. That's the only way she was ever happy anymore. It was all she lived for, and this boy was giving it to her. Her loyalty lay in anyone who could get her to that ultimate destination.
Now if it hadn't been so long since she'd had a hit, this meeting may have gone a little bit better. Maggie was generally a very nice person, nice girl, good manners. She was also a lot of fun on top of that. Just because she didn't like crowds, didn't mean she didn't like to have fun. If this kid got her what she needed, he was in for a wild ride with this one.
Not paying attention to much he said still, she followed him. "Um...my name's Maggie." She told him timidly. There was no reason as to why she was so scared around him. It had more to do with the edge she felt in general. She was going to jump out of her skin at any moment. Her skin was crawling! There was nothing worse than what she was feeling right now, well at least not unless she felt what she'd get tomorrow if she didn't get what she needed. No pain or sorrow or hurt could possibly measure up to how she felt right now. The girl couldn't even focus.
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Post by Liam Adam Pressler on Aug 19, 2010 0:44:20 GMT -5
Liam frowned. This girl was whacked. "Poor Maggie. Don't worry. It's not far." He didn't really feel like walking... But he was probably in better shape than this girl. His problem was the weed weighing him down. He felt heavy. He actually just wanted to lay around lazily. Maybe watch some crazy shit. Animal plant or something. But one; he was in the middle of the sidewalk, and two; he had promised to hook this girl up with a fix.
He walked the rest of the way in silence- too stoned to come up with conversation. This girl didn't seem like she was too into talking either. It was maybe ten minutes before they showed up at the correct house. Liam knocked, then turned to the girl. "He's a bit sketchy about people he doesn't know. Just chill out here, I'll run up and grab it and be right back." He silently hoped she wouldn't get spooked and run off.
When his man opened the door Liam dapped him up and stepped inside. He copped the bag and quickly rushed back downstairs. As he stepped out the door he flashed the palm sized bag of white at the girl with a smile.
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