A quick fix, a lasting addiction {Max & Tabitha}

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Tabitha took a deep breath as she walked, she had been walking for nearly two hours. Her stash had been low three days ago, and now she was out. The night was a little fridged this evening, but it wasn't anything she couldn't handle, being bundled up a small bit. Her footsteps echoed down the allys she walked down, she had already been stopped once by the authorities, but her usual guy had said to meet their supplier. That she would be good for weeks, and while she knew it would be expensive, she was nervous. The last thing she needed was to be locked up, then how would she be able to keep info on her sister? Tabitha didn't know, but glanced as her purple watch, it was fifteen til ten. The issue was that Tabitha wasn't give an address, just to walk the ally's. Now, that normally didn't bother her, except she had been doing the wash, and most of her pants were being dried now, so she was in a mid-theigh black skirt that showed off her torn neon green fishnet stockings. They traveled down to meet with her black spiked heels, and Tabitha, while she loved the look, was worried she would look like one of the hookers.

Fishing in her short leather jacket, Tabitha pulled out her smokes and a lighter, lighting one of her cancer sticks as she placed the pack away again. A long drag was inhaled by Tabitha, her chest rising and her My Chemical Romance shirt pushed out slightly as her lungs filled with smoke. Where the hell was she supposed to go? No address, just to walk, sounded more like a goose chase, and carrying two hundred with you didn't exactly help that feeling disappear. An exhale followed as the smoke left her lips, as she shook her head, her dreads hitting her shoulders softly. She was nearly ready to give up, but he dealer had never let her down before. He had always been upfront to her, which she thought. Paid off for him, with her repeat business.

A homeless man passed by Tabitha as she emerged from the ally and onto a street. The man smelt, but she didn't make a comment, she had smelled worse things before. As she crossed the street she saw a figure in the ally, she couldn't tell the gender or if they were just lost. As she got closer, she didn't believe they were lost, they were standing still. Another drag from her cigarette was greeted with her footsteps echoinin the ally again. As she got closer, she knew it was a male, as she exhaled she smiled softly to herself as she got within hearing distance she finally spoke.

"Hi there Mr. Dangerous. Know a guy named Dizzy?"

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Max hadn't thought he would do too well in New York, especially with all of the other drug dealers out on the streets. But he had connections from his time in California, and they had hooked him up with a great reputation in the Empire State. He lived comfortably in the over-priced apartment he had for himself. He had nice clothes, and he had money to eat out every single meal, plus some. He wasn't super rich, like he had been when he lived with his parents, but he had money to spare, even after his bills were paid. 

Since coming to New York, he had pretty much stopped doing drugs. He realized that if he was going to deal in the big leagues, he needed to have his head on straight. He didn't want to screw up and end up dead in a trashcan somewhere. He also didn't want to get taken advantage of. He needed his mind to be sharp at all possible moments. He needed to be ready for anything and everything that life would throw his way. Max's business was pretty risky. He knew that his life was in danger every second of everyday, but that was what he loved about his line of work. He loved the adrenaline it gave him. 

Tonight, he was meeting with a client. He had never met her before, but he wasn't worried. One of his regulars said he knew her very well, and that he just didn't have time to go buy it and give it to the girl. He had a little bit of a description for the girl, but he knew she would just pop out to him. He had a knack for knowing when people really wanted the drugs or if they were just playing him. As he stood by a dumpster, he puffed at his cigarette. There was a homeless couple sitting next to him, a fire going so they wouldn't be too cold on this February night. 

As the female approached, he put his cigarette out on the bottom of his shoe, shoving his hands in his pockets. He wasn't worried about the homeless people sitting next to him. They didn't have their marbles there anyway. They had no idea what was about to go down. Plus, they were most likely hooked on something worse than what he was selling to this girl. A small smirk came across his face as she spoke. 

"Cut the shit, dear."

He said, his words cutting through the night like glass. Max wasn't the kindest person out there. In fact, he was probably one of the meanest out there. He was probably on the verge of being a sociopath, but he honestly didn't care. It was't like he wanted to be around people, anyway. 

"Do you have the money?"

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Tabitha's smile faded quickly at the mans words. He didn't have to be an asshole about it, the words caused Tabitha's blood to boil. She wouldn't let it get the best of her though, and her smile crossed her face briefly  before returning to a natural position. She was still nervous, she had never made this kind of deal before. A sigh escaped her silently as she prepared herself to speak.

"I have it. What exacty am I paying for? I was told it was different this time."

Tabitha finished her words as she fished in her pockets to feel for her money that she would soon no longer have. A quick glance around her surrounding area and tabitha was calm. She could be in a difficult position but thankfully, that wasnt the case. Tabitha retrieved her money from her pocket holding it out for the man. A huge amount of trust going with the money, she'd been robbed before, which put her on edge during these deals.

"You run off with this without coming back, and you'll find yourself facedown in the sewers."

Of course she was bluffing, but he didn't know that. Tabitha kept the most serious face she could up for the man. While she wouldn't kill him, beat the hell out of him was a different story. Then again...she needed her vices, they helped her cope with life. An idea crossed her mind, would she be able to milk him for more? She laughed in her head, knowing that the chance of that happening was slim.

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"I believe Dean said to give you the good stuff."

He told her, trying to recall the conversation word-for-word he had with the other male. Max had always thought Dean was a chill guy, but for some reason, this girl just didn't seem that chill. He opened his backpack, pulling out a small, ziploc bag, barely the size of a cassette tape. He held it up to the dim light the moon was giving off, reading the scribbles he had made on the clear bag. He nodded, holding it out to her. He took the money from her, shoving it in his backpack. 

He couldn't help but snicker at her threat. The girl wasn't threatening to him. He was a six foot, five inch man. He was also in great shape, seeing as he had to deal with a lot of strange people. His physical strength was something he took great pride in, and it was something he knew was above average. He pulled out another cigarette, lighting it. The transaction was over now, and he felt that he could be less professional about the whole thing. He rarely smoked around clients due to the fact that he thought it was unprofessional. 

"Look..."

He started, not remembering the name Dean had given him for the girl. He shook his head, not even caring at this point. 

"I don't even remember your name, but you don't scare me. At all. I've had bigger people try and threaten me, and I still didn't flinch. So, why don't you take your drugs and get out of here before you get yourself into more trouble."

He spoke, his voice calm. It was as if he was having a boring conversation with an old friend and not telling someone nicely to go fuck themselves. He leaned against the dumpster, putting on foot up on it, puffing on his cigarette. 


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