But the man on the other end of the apartment stopped before the pickup, near the foot of the stairs. There was another man, a neighbor, that preoccupied his attention. A dirty tank top over a fat stomach, which hung over boxer shorts. The windows of the pickup were heavily tinted.
Tommy knew this. Cat Girl knew this because she was looking through the window of the back seat, all focus on the man. Almost no concern for the junk lying around. Tommy could make out Yen Pox tied in tinfoil.
"Is there a pipe in there?" Tommy asked. Cat Girl did not have any to offer. "Well in that case," Tommy jumped into the front seat of the truck; he closed the door quietly, "I'll use this pipe from my inside suit coat pocket." He undid the buttons of his suit coat and pulled out a crystalline piece of glass. Mostly a transparent blue, with colorful streaks of purple and orange and yellow in the body, as opaque as body. "Resin hit?" Tommy asked.
Cat Girl stared at him, sitting on her legs in the back seat by the window. Vacant eyes looked lost, like the question wasn't something she could answer.
"No resin hit?" "What about the Yen Pox?"
The second question spoke to her. Cat Girl picked up the tinfoil, opened it and stared at it, before tying it up and putting it into the grocery bad. "We have more potent drugs. This is a waste." Cat Girl put her hands in the grocery bag. There was a clink of glass. "This will make us grind our teeth and lose ourselves to the darkness."
She took the pipe from Tommy and put meth inside it.
As she was doing that, Tommy asked, "Do you know how to hot wire a car?"
But Cat Girl was smoking, lighting the bottom of the pipe and inhaling. A smell of ammonia puffed through her teeth—at Tommy as she handed him the pipe.
The owner of the pickup was still talking, by his neighbor. A few others in the complex were outside—Tommy was relieved that he closed the door. Everyone was paying attention to the fight across the street. Tommy watched, holding the pipe to his mouth, lighting the bottom of it, inhaling.
"Don't look but the recruit is on his balcony." Cat Girl said.
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The Midnight City Social Hour
General FictionThe first prank is an adult dating site to siphon money from the recruit. The third prank gives the website access to their customers' webcams. Because everyone in the gang gets hazed. Tommy watches all his past pain epitomized as he spends his days...
