Sad Boy wakes up in the bathtub, confused and disorientated.
He hears a hard knock on the door. "Sad Boy?"
"Aye?" He responds back, checking his hands to make sure they're really his. The cold water skims across the surface of his hands. Most of it has a crimson tint in it. "Donny?"
"This is Darren. We did it."
He pinches his arm as hard as he can. "We did?"
"Aye, come and see fer yerself."
Wobbling, he manages to make his way out of the bathtub. Drying off most of his body, he doesn't seem as cold. His shorts are still soaking wet but his phone's still good.
Grabbing the phone, he unlocks the door and slowly begins to make his way down the stairs. The sunlight's beginning to break through. Donny, Darren, Doug and Elle are at the table along with an Asian man.
"This is Ghost, t' owner of t' house," Donny adds, "he was t' one who wanted t' drugs delivered an' he let us stay t' night after he heard what had happened."
Sad Boy smiles. "Thanks."
Ghost nods and hands him an envelope. "Your share."
Sad Boy opens up the envelope. He finds five grand wrapped up neatly inside. Excited, he double checks the money to make sure it's all there.
A note pops out from the middle of the cash saying:
SAME TIME NEXT WEEK? :)
