KILLING ME SOFTLY 𖣔 EUPHORIA [FEZCO]

0.3

Priscilla sighed as she sat next to Rue.

The girls rested on the kitchen counter, Priscilla's legs tucked up to her chest as the teenager remained quiet.

She rubbed Rue's arm up and down, as her friend laid her head on her chest, feeling the throbbing in her temple begin to intensify.

Priscilla peaked over her shoulder at Fezco in the room over. The boy sat on the floor, shirtless as he talked with his new potential business partner. His face serious as his chain reflected back from the blue LED light. Rue began to groan beneath her arm, her headache becoming a full-blown migraine. Priscilla shushed her, continuing to soothe her as she eavesdropped the conversation.

"Mouse ain't gonna be comin' around no more."

"And why's that?" Laurie questioned, the tone in her voice sounding similar to a child's.

"'Cause I didn't like the way he did business," he lied.

Laurie scoffed at his answer, "Says the guy who brings a kid to a drug deal."

"That's not a kid. That's my business partner."

"Says the guy who brings two high school girls to a drug deal," Laurie corrected.

Fezco looked over at the girls, his eyes latching with Priscilla's blue ones. "That's my family."

"Are they addicts?" Lauren asked, genuinely concerned.

Fezco sighed, shaking his head as he maintained his eye contact with Priscilla, "They might fuck around and shit, but nah."

"So, you trust them?"

Fezco cleared his throat, watching as Priscilla's features twitched at the question. Deep down, he knew that his answer would differ from his, "With my life."

As the four sat in the car, the ride to the party was definitely more serious than before. The only person filing the void of silence was Rue, frantically chatting to try to distract herself from her migraine.

"That was honestly," she paused to collect her thoughts, her hands moving with her words, "that was the craziest shit I've ever experienced."

Priscilla rolled her eyes, tilting her head against the window as she slumped down in her seat. Refusing to sit next to Fezco in the front, she regretfully took the backseat with Rue.

"That was- the fucking dude with the longer hair, and the fucking gun? What was his deal?" Rue pushed Priscilla's shoulder, trying get across her point, "That was a fucking look, wasn't it? Geez."

"Oh my God. And, and when, when he took me- fucking when old boy, he. When he took me to the back, I, well, I thought for sure I was gonna," Rue began mumbling and giggling, almost romanticizing the traumatic experience. Priscilla slowly turned her eyes away from the window, glaring at her friend. "Ah, fuck and that lady, let me just say, she is a fucking gangster. She's a fucking gangster. They all work for her!"

Irritated to the point where he had enough, Fezco snapped, "Aye, why you acting like that shit was fun, Rue?! For real, you pissing me off! Acting dumb as fuck right now. Goddamn, all smiling, and laughing, and shit." As Fez carried on with his rant, Rue tried to contain her fits of laughter, turning her head away from his view. "You know, half of that shit was your fault, too, fucking around, acting stupid."

"Sorry!" Rue held up her hands, cutting him off, "I'm- I'm just saying, serious question. How many female drug dealers do you know?" Priscilla couldn't believe what this conversation had turned into as she sat with a ripped party dress and matted hair.

"Good ones?" Fezco looked to Ashtray.

"Yes."

"One," he sighed, defeated.

"Case in point," Rue clapped her hands together, "I know what fuck I'm saying. Shit's gotta change.