Paper Planes

TWO

"Every stop I get to, I'm clicking my gun"

Los Angeles, 3:53pm

"Do you have what I want?" The scowl-faced woman asked Becky in more of a demand than a question.

"Do you think I came to play games, Andrea?" Becky teased, "I've got your shit" she holds up a bag.

"Don't call me that" Shayna scowled.

"I don't play by your rules" Becky smirks, pushing the bag down at her feet, "taste it." She leans her back against her car, crossing her arms, "the unmarked row is real."

Shayna looks at the bag before she shoot her a look, crouching and taking a bottle out the bag and handing a the small pouch that was inside back to her accomplice, Dakota.

Becky rolls her eyes with a fake impatience, moving her eyes around for cameras, thankfully finding none, "at least she's smart."

Shayna takes the cap off, tasting the contents of the bottle with a careless swig, "bitter" She scoffed.

"Test it" she elbows Dakota as she jumps a little bit, taking a small plastic bag out the pouch and looking at it with a squint.

Shayna moves the bottle down from her lips, "you seem honest enough. Give me the date for the rest."

"Gimme mo chuid airgid, soith" Becky spat, ignoring her request.

((Gimme my shit, bitch))

Dakota got flustered as she shot Becky a look, noticing what she had planed as she held the bag of fake product.

"It's pure" she speaks up, pushing the bag away and stepping away from Shayna who continued to carelessly drink heftily from the bottle.

"So damn stubborn, leprechaun. We wouldn't want any problems." Shayna picks up a duffel bag around the same size, handing it to her as Becky snatches it from her hands.

Becky opened the bag, taking out a stack of money as she checked to make sure it was real, smirking as she closed it back, putting it in her car cautiously, "you'll get it, when you'll get it."

"Then we're done here" Shayna caps the bottle back before chucking it to the ground, "what the fuck even was that" she mumbled, making a face.

"Don't worry, it was some good stuff" Becky smirks more as she notices the look on her face change.

"What the hell did you give me?!" Shayna grunts, wrapping her arm around her stomach as she started to feel a sharp pain, glaring at her.

"I'm shocked you couldn't tell the difference in the taste. Proves how shit you are." Becky teases.

Becky looks back at Dakota with a bigger smirk as she backed up to move behind the car she and Shayna traveled in.

Becky laughs as she hears Shayna retch, "the strongest liquor and liquid cocaine do taste very very different don't they?"

"You bitch!" Shayna groans, falling to the ground as she gripped her stomach.

"I sure am." Becky grins as she walks closer, teasingly stepping on her fingers, "I'm not here to follow your alcoholic requests"

"You've made many, many mistakes in this transaction." Becky swiftly moves her hand to her pocket, feeling for a silenced-gun with a sickly arousal, "I've heard about you, Shayna. From this alone, I can tell you've lost your touch"

"Whatever you plan on doing is a mistake" Shayna grimaces, barely able to move her hands from underneath her shoe before weakly wiping her mouth.

"One of the only things you should know about me is I don't think twice. This bitch doesn't make mistakes." She moves her gun out with ease, pointing it to her head and pulling the trigger with no hesitation.