009 - Not the Nice Kind

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When Christie opened the door to the apartment, she was pleasantly surprised. Bailey's dishes were all cleaned up and there was no signs of her trying to leave the apartment. Only thing was that she didn't know where Bailey was.

She walked to Baileys bedroom, but there was nobody in there. She walked back out and stood there for a moment, worried, before finally hearing a noise from the bathroom; a shower. She was just taking a shower.

Christie sighed with relief and went to her bedroom, tossing on a tank top and some pajama pants as she winded down for the night. She sat at her vanity and removed her makeup. She looked through her drawer and noticed her gold under-eye masks that she only uses after a rough day.

I deserve it

She was applying the masks when she heard a soft knock on her door. She turned around to see Bailey peering in. Christie's eyes widened in surprise.

Bailey was beautiful. Seeing her with clean skin and clean hair, Christie noticed how her hair was a gorgeous shade of pink, despite the grown out roots. Her eyes were an endearing green, and freckles speckled her bunny nose ever so gently. The brunette felt a pang in her heart thinking about how such a beautiful girl could be belittled into the lifestyle she was stuck in.

"Hey, Bailey. What's up?" Christie asked.

"I was just wondering if you had any other clothes. I noticed some robes in the bathroom so I used one, but I don't have any clean clothes." Bailey replied, looking almost humiliated, but trying to hide it.

Christie jumped up, "Yes, of course! Let me find something." She walked into her closet and looked around before grabbing a sage green, oversized band t-shirt and a pair of shorts.

She turned and handed them to Bailey, "These will do for now. We'll get you some clothes and underwear tomorrow. I don't have to work luckily." She smiled to the younger, who looked relieved to have clean clothes.

"Thank you, Christie. This means so much, you have no idea." Bailey nearly teared up at the kindness of the older woman.

"No problem!" She smiled. Her eyes then widened, "Oh, the weed!" She picked her bag up off the bed and grabbed the plastic bags out of it.

"Woah, that's more than I expected," Bailey stared in awe, "You really bought all of this?"

"Yep! I hope it lasts a while." Christie stifled a laugh, "When you smoke, just keep the window open. I'm not the biggest fan of the smell."

Bailey nodded, and without much thought, jumped into Christie's arms for a hug. Christie was startled, but wrapped her arms around the smaller girl and pulled her closer. She knew that Bailey needed it.

After a moment, they pulled away, "Now, how about some face masks?"

They both smiled to one another and giggled before sitting down for a girls night.

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"$2k, take it or leave it." Hayden put his foot down on the deal.

The duo were currently doing a deal with one of the bigger gangs in the area. They're a larger gang, but boy do they like bargaining.

"I told you man, $1750 is the most I'm paying you here." The leader continued to negotiate.

Hayden deadpanned to the man while Dawson watched in amusement.

"That is literally a $250 difference. You have got to be kidding me. We agreed to $2k over the phone." Hayden spoke with annoyance.

"You know what, fine." The man reached into his pocket and pulled out a large roll of cash, tossing it to Hayden followed by an eye roll. Hayden glared in annoyance.

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