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"DID YOU HEAR?" VINCENT ANH asked while looking over to a tall, asian girl restocking the alcohol fridge. "rue bennett's back in town."
"on god?" amari rueng questioned with furrowed brows. "from rehab?"
"guess so. never thought she'd sober up honestly." vincent said. the doors swung open and the familiar sound of a bell rang through the liquor store. "speak of the fucking devil."
"vince, mari!" rue exclaimed with a half smile. amari quickly waved at rue, going back to her restocking duties. "long time no see, huh?"
"yeah, i thought you died bro." vincent deadpanned. "but mars told me you were busy with rehab."
"damn, everyone really thought i was dead." rue mumbled. "anyways, you guys seen ashtray?"
"in the back sorting our supply out right now. but you're like not gonna try to stay sober?" amari inquired, raising her right eyebrow. "the fuck were you doing in rehab then?"
"chill, mars." vincent snapped. "people got their reasons and we don't judge."
"i didn't mean it like that vin, you chill." amari hissed back as she reached into the alcohol fridge. she then pulled out a clear blue bottle, quickly twisted it open, and took a swig of the foreign alcohol. "well, i don't fucking know. i just don't get it. rehab for five months only to be back where you started? no offense or anything."
"i don't know either, mari. being sober sucks." rue replied. "but you think you could get me some molly and xanax? since ashtray's busy." vincent took rue to the back, while amari stayed back and sighed loudly. rue looked fucking miserable and if rehab couldn't do anything to help rue, then amari couldn't do shit about it. rue walked out from the back first, giving amari a quick nod before exiting the liquor store. vincent soon emerged from the back, flipping through a couple of dirty twenty dollar bills.
"you think we could like not sell to rue as much?" amari suggested. "what'd she even buy?"
vincent joined amari and leaned against the cold glass.
"molly, xanax, lsd, an ounce of weed, and a couple of the new pills we got like that one really strong psychedelic ashtray was talking about." vincent said nonchalantly. "and why would we not sell to her?"
"she just got back from rehab vin, i don't know."
amari handed vincent the bottle of soju and watched him drink it like water.
"i get why you don't wanna sell to her, but you can't help people that don't want to be helped. there's just no point." vincent bluntly stated. "as long as she doesn't drag us into deep shit, then we good."
