florida kilos | bertolt hoover x reader [MODERN AU]

[1/3]

Bertolt heaved a heavy sigh as he walked up to the large, three-storey house, located a five-minute walk from his downtown apartment, and his university. He scanned the roads and driveway for Reiner's car, but it was no where in sight. He paced up the steps on the house's front porch, and opened the door slowly. As soon as he stepped foot into the house, utter chaos engulfed him. There was shouting heard from almost every corner of the house, men were running around, rearranging furniture and setting up beverages, some of their girlfriends helping out with preparations.

He pulled out his phone from his back pocket and grit his teeth, letting out a small growl. He dialed Reiner's number and held his phone up to his ear.

"Hey, Bert!" the blonde answered, "What's up?"

"Where are you?" Bertolt fretted, accidentally walking in on a couple making out on the kitchen countertops. He turned around and shook the image out of his head. "God, I hate this frat house."

"Jeez, chill out a bit. Tonight will be fun!" Reiner reassured. "Listen bud, I'm at the Beer Store right now, could you run an errand for me?"

"Yeah," Bertolt weaved through the busy people, heading towards the front door. "Anything to get me out of here."

"Great! I need you to pick up some stuff from my supplier. Just be cash ready, I'll pay you back tonight." Reiner explained.

Bertolt exited the noisy house and shut the door behind him, but raised a concerned eyebrow at Reiner's request.

He gulped, "You mean, you want me to go get drugs?"

"Yeah!" Reiner replied. "Only if you're comfortable, of course."

"Of course no—"

"Great! Thanks bro! I owe you one!" Reiner chirped, hanging up shortly after.

A beep came from the phone, and Bertolt watched his open screen in frustration. "Jesus," he muttered.

After he settled back into his car, he heard another ping come from his phone, and this time it was an address. Bertolt zoomed into the map, and noticed the destination was an alleyway not too far from his apartment. He rolled his eyes and slouched into his seat, putting down his phone and fastening his seatbelt. He began his drive, cursing himself for bothering to call Reiner in the first place. Private dealers were illegal! What if he got pulled over and the cops found him with kilos of marijuana? What if he got abducted? What if he got arrested? The negative thoughts overflowed his mind, and he could barely focus on driving.

He parallel parked on a main road, and began his walk towards his destination, eyes glued to his phone to make sure he was going the correct way. He muttered under his breath, running a nervous hand through his hair. He approached an alley, and slowed his pace.

"Fuck, Reiner," he whispered to himself. "If I end up dead or in jail I'm going to cry,"

He turned at the corner, and into the dark, muggy alleyway. He noticed the silhouette of a woman leaning against the wall, deeper into the lane. She rested a foot on the brick wall, and perched her elbow on her other arm. She seemed intimidating from afar, and Bertolt let out a heavy exhale before walking up to her. She slightly tilted her head.

"About time, Rei—" She scoffed as she looked up, pausing when she noticed the unfamiliar, six-foot-something dark-haired lad walking up to her. "Who are you?"

"Ah," Bertolt stuttered, "I... I'm a friend of Reiner's!"

It was you. You gave Bertolt an unamused glare, and he could've sworn your eyebrows were twitching like they would on cartoon characters. Your expression softened and you hung your head, letting out a tired sigh. You brought the cigarette you were holding up to your lips, and let out a puff of smoke as you breathed out.