“No than you Dave. I’ve got some food in the car that I need to get to the fridge. But hey, maybe next time.”
“Right on broseph!”
“298 right?”
“As always my good equine!”
You hand him the bits leaving you with 1199 for rent and whatever else and he hands you a plastic bag with “Green lock Bro” written on it.
“Now your sure you don’t want in on this opium? It’s all natural.”
“Yeah I’m sure.”
“I worry about you man, that stuff you use is hard shit. You’ll tear yourself up parting like you do.”
“Good night Dave.”
“Peace out!”
You get in your car and sit there for a bit, deciding what you’re going to do next. It’s Friday, sometimes you hit up a nightclub or two on Fridays to see if you can pick up some tripped out filly living on daddy’s money for a one night stand. You’re not really ready for committing to anyone at the moment. Although, you’re also feeling pretty beat. You could always stop by the house and pass out, maybe get some down time in before you crash.
Brandy speaks up, As you okay File? You’ve just been sitting there for a minute now.”
“Yeah, I’m just fin Brandy.”
“Alright! Well, if you want to talk, I’m always willing to listen, so I can help out however I can!”