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JOHNNY DEPP???

HAY YES THIS IS JOHNNY DEPP SMUT IM SORRY BUT IVE BEEN HAVING FEELS AND HES SO FUCKING SEXY I COULD JUST--asdfghjkl ughhhhhha

HES LITERALLY SO BEAUTIFUL LIKE LOOK AT THE GODDAMN PHOTO

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SO YOU CAN JUST THINK OF CALUM OR SOMETHING OKAY
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CREDS to : SheilaD

Quick and Dirty

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"You realize that this will fuck us both up, right?"

"No. It would only fuck you up," I reply.

"Normally, I can appreciate a smart ass, but not now. Bring me the money by 5 p.m. or it's your ass, not mine."

*click*

Sands hung up on me again. I really hate it when he does that, and it's put me in even more of a foul mood.

I throw my cell phone in my bag, right on top of the cash, and zip it all shut. Looking out of the window of my shitty hotel room and into the dusty street, I can see some kids playing. I squint towards the sky... Mexico always has this orange tint to it, no matter what time of day. Sunset will be coming on soon. The faint sounds of a guitar in the distance sounded... but it's so quiet, I'm wondering if I'm imagining it. It's probably just another mariachi.

I grab the bag, open my hotel door and walk outside, right into the street. I'm heading to that dingy outdoor restaurant that Sands loves because they have the best pork.

Fifteen minutes later, I'm standing by the restaurant door and squinting into the dim entryway, my eyes adjusting to the darkness. I see Sands, and he waves me over, smiling. From hanging up on me to smiling and waving me over. What a cocky asshole. He stares intently, and I walk over to him, suddenly feeling very self-conscious. Cobras stare less intensely, I think.

When I get the table, he says, "Have a seat, cutie," and grins. His outfit and his startling good looks are not exactly what I pictured for a seemingly sociopathic agent. A black t-shirt emblazened with "Tell Your Mom I Said Hi" and a black cowboy hat were not what I had imagined. He sees me staring at his shirt and I look up quickly and catch his eyes. He smiles slowly, taking a drag on his brown cigarette, and exhales the smoke through his nose. Despite the odd get-up and his perpetual smirk, he's very attractive and it leaves me feeling a bit disconcerted. And I get the feeling that he's aware of this, which doesn't calm my nervousness at all.

"I have your money," I say in a surprisingly even voice, to break the silence.

"Oh, good. It only took you four days." He stares directly into my eyes and smiles again, tapping the cigarette against the edge of the table.

I realize that this is not the time to be a puss. "Oh, fuck you," I say as the waitress comes over at that exact moment. She looks sharply down at me and I order a drink of plain water. After nodding at me, she walks away. "Better watch your language," he says and grins again.

Sands starts to eat the dinner in front of him and says pleasantly, "You have to try this. It's really the best around," and shoved the plate at me.

"No thanks," I reply, trying to sound business-like. "I have to get going anyway."

He drags the plate back around and says, "Don't you have a little time to talk to me? We talked on the phone every day this last week. I'm going to miss your voice..." He stubs his cigarette out and started to eat. "Really, you should try this..." he says between mouthfuls. "I mean, it's really very good."