Teletubbies Gone Wild

Work? "Not I," said Po.

    Po was the only one at the apartment the boys shared, and was the only one unemployed. Tinky had picked up in the dealing buisness. Mainly coke, but the occasional molly and weed. Buisness was absolutely booming for him, In New York, the people were crazed for any drugs they could get their hands on. With all the people stacked on top of each other the way they were, word of his sales always got around rapidly. His prices were low, and his drugs were clean. He was smart about who he spoke to. One of his main clients was the owner of the biggest drag club, Diva Royale, in their area. As cliche as it was, no one there knew his real name. He went by Big Daddy. In your mind, you'd think of him as some skeevy, mysterious mobster-type. He was really the most charismatic, genuine, kind-hearted man you'd ever meet. He and Tinky had a schedule of shipment and payment that brought them together as friends, not only buisness partners. Since he was so close with Big Daddy, he was able to get Dispy a bartending job at the Diva Royales bar.
Lala co-produced a documenty exposing the working conditions of 'Teletubbies.' It was a Netflix original (because isn't everything) and an instant hit. Though all the others had found their way in the city, Po never really got settled at a job. He had a few small jobs at starbucks, sonic, gas stations, but nothing he enjoyed. Because Dip, Tink, and Lala were doing so good though, he was fine to just stay home. They shared two bedroom apartment that was measly compared to their income. Lala suggested they live small so they could save up money, but Tinky was always sneaking cash to go party. Everyone in the house knew, but they were really all just trying to have a good time with each other and not take stuff too serious.
Usually Po woke up, took a shower, went to get a coffee, then loafed the rest of the day. He didn't even really like it, he was just sad. When he was working those tedious jobs, he longed to get away from them. But when he did, he just wanted something to do. Anything. On this day, while he was having his mid day tv binge, there was a loud punding on the door. He nervously answered. When he saw the tall police officer, he twitched a bit. "Erm.. can i hel- help you, sir?" he asked as he popped his wrist repeatedly from habit.
    "Are you Tinky Winky?" the officer asked crisply.
    "No, sir. He's out right now."
    "May I have a look around?" he asked, though he pushed past Po and entered their apartment before he could get an answer. Po just let him. Their was nothing incriminating in their house. Again, Tink was brainy. He had a storage building he kept his supply, any suspiciously large sums of cash, and clothes he wore on exchanges. The officer dug around in the cabinates, drawers, and bedrooms. Then left. He didn't say mich except "Have a nice day" before he was out the door. Po wondered who could've ratted about where Tink lived or if it was even about Tinks buissness. He wondered if it might've been something more serious. He went to take his second shower of the day to avoid thinking about it.