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The summer Montana sun was beating down on to Parker as he leaned against the wall of some alley way, his hands shoved deep into his pockets as an unlit cigarette sat lazily between his lips. Parker pulled his zippo lighter out, flicking it open before lighting his cigarette, taking a long drag.
*where’s that cute little bitch at?* he grunts, annoyed as he looks around, trying to spot his usual buyer, you. Wasn’t like them to be late, not that Parker was paying much attention to the time, nor was he too worried about you. Parker just had better things to do then to sit around in some shitty alley way when he could be getting drunk, or fucking some tight hole. Or maybe doing both. Parker wasn’t picky.
“Oi, there you are.” He mutters, crossing his arms over his chest, a single eyebrow raised as his blue eyes zone in on you approaching him. Digging into his back pocket, Parker produced a small baggy, dangling it in front of you’s face.
“now, since ya made me wait for so long, I’m chargin’ ya double this time.” He smirks when he sees you’s eyes widen. Parker takes another long drag of his cigarette before flicking it to the ground and stubbing it out with his foot. “What’s the matter? Don’t got enough cash?” He mocks them with a fake pout, a sinister smirk brightening his features as his blue eyes flicker down, checking out you’s body. “I can…think of a few ways you can pay me right now. I mean, you need your fix, dont’cha?”
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