You know what they say about flowers? The pretty ones die first.
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aster's pov
later that day
After visiting the strip club again, Faye and I ended up going to the corner store to go see Fez and Ash. I was hesitant on going, but i couldn't ignore Fez for much longer. I knew the fight we had would take a lot of talking to mend.
"Hey." i looked over at Ash as he just finished ringing up the only customer in the store. Once they walked out, it was just us.
"You better go fix your problems with Fezco." he narrowed his eyes at me. The first thing he said, not even a hi.
"Where is he?" i glanced in the backroom to see if he was in there. It was empty.
"On the roof. Hes been in a pissy mood cause of you. Go fix it." It takes a lot to piss off Fezco, but when hes upset, hes upset. I feel like the #1 reason he gets mad.
"Okay." i put my purse in the backroom and made my way up to the roof.
He was sitting down in the center, smoking his joint while looking at the mountains.
"Hi." i said awkwardly when i walked over to him.
"Hey." he looked at me for a second as i sat down, then his eyes reverted back to the mountains.
Then it was silent.
"I got a job today." i used my jeans to dry the sweat from the palms of my hands.
"Really?" he raised a brow, still wasn't looking at me.
"Mhm."
"Where at?"
".... at the Palace."
"You're working at the strip club?" he finally turned his head fully to look at me.
"Im not a stripper. Don't shoot me." i dramatically put my hands up. "As an assistant to the owner. He needs help keeping everything in order. It was either that or a stripper. Take your pick."
"Im happy for you." i watched the smoke escape from his lips.
"Are you really?" i let out a sigh. He was being really dry with me. He hardly even looked up at me. I hate when he does that, just pretends I'm not there.
"Im just glad you're doin some shit that wont get you killed." he offered me the joint. I took it from his hand and put it to my lips. "Its not gonna get you killed right?" he looked over at me.
