Shady Drug Deals

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by yoops_

by yoops_

George Eaker took a deep breath and looked up at the blood red door. It was around 11 at night on an empty street. There were lights and music coming from inside, and he wasn't going to lie to himself. He was nervous. His hands had been shaking ever since he stepped off the bus two minutes ago- three minutes. He was stalling.

It was a drug deal. Just some weed and he'd be done. He's made drug deals a million times, and yet he was nervous. This was an adult. A fourth year college guy. Eaker was a senior in highschool. This guy was, what? 25 going on 26? Eaker was 19 going on 20.

But, he knew there was a nice wad of cash waiting for him. So he shoved the bag of weed back in his inside jacket pocket and knocked on the door. 5 knocks, then 6 knocks, then 2 knocks. It opened up to reveal a beautiful going lady, a few years older than Eaker maybe, in a bright red dress and black heels.

"Drugs?" She asked, looking him up and down. Eaker nodded and scratched the back of his neck. She nodded and pulled him inside. There were mostly adults inside, and all of them were eyeing Eaker. Eaker ignored them and focused on the woman leading him upstairs.

She brought him to the private study (or private smoking room) and pushed him in. He stumbled for a second before heading the door slam and lock.

"Aw shit." He muttered, glaring at the locked door. When he turned back around to look at the rest of the room, he was met with a pistol to his forehead. Not a first time experience, and he hoped not the last.

The man holding the gun looked about 25-26, and Eaker knew it was his customer. He wore a gold colored suit with a black tie and black tap dancing shoes. They clicked as he tapped his foot impatiently.

"Hand it over." He ordered, referring to the weed. Eaker slowly and carefully opened his jacket and got the bag out. He dropped it into the man's hand and kept his hands in the air. His customer eyed of with a smile before tossing it onto his desk.

He pulled the gun away. Eaker relaxed.

"Please, sit and chat. Sorry for the gun usage, you have no idea how many times I'm cheated in the drug business!" The man's voice was flowing, like paper swaying to the ground. It wasn't necessarily deep, but wasn't a high or natural octave either. It was a nice voice.

"James Reynolds, and you are?" He asked, pouring a glass of wine. Before he could pour another Eaker answered, "George Eaker. I-I don't drink a lot of wine, sir." Reynolds rolled his eyes and joked, "Georgey, drink for tonight yeah?"

Eaker, to be polite, let Reynolds pour him a glass. He took it and took one sip. It tasted, well, it tasted like wine. He set the glass down on a coaster. "I should really be heading out, sir." Eaker mumbled, about to stand up and leave. Reynolds persuaded him, "Stay a bit longer. I haven't even paid you yet, Georgey."

Once again, he relaxed. He picked up his glass and drank some more wine, deciding that staying a few minutes wouldn't kill him.

"Senior in highschool I'm guessing?" Reynolds asked, sipping his wine straight from the bottle. Eaker nodded. "19? 20?"

"N-nineteen, sir."
"Hey, just call me Reynolds yeah?"
"Sure... Reynolds..."
"Much better."

It was silent for five minutes or so before Eaker stood up. He began walking to the door, only for Reynolds to grab his wrist and pull him back. Eaker gasped as he felt the gun poke into his back. Reynolds whispered, "I haven't paid you yet, Georgey... you were so generous to give me extra..."

Eaker didn't realize Reynolds was kissing him until he felt the gun pull away. But before he could kiss back, there were police sirens outside. "Mother fucking bullshit." Reynolds growled. He shoved Eaker onto the couch and looked out the window.

"Go home, cutie. Out the window, yeah?" Reynolds advised, picking up his gun and loading it. "MARIA GET UP HERE!!!" He shouted. The woman from before came in and handed Eaker $50. Eaker stumbled over to the window and looked back at Reynolds.

Reynolds smiled and winked. "We'll stay in touch, cutie pie~" Eaker nodded a bit before jumping out the window and into the bushes.

He was off the property by the time the first gun shot broke out.

Lin, look away-