Under the Table

Train Yard 
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Cash
-wandering about the Trainyard idly, a little bit twitchy 'cuz drug supply getting low-

Red
-leaning against one of the cars, quietly talking to one of the other guys there-

Cash
-not noticing him right away, though is starting to rub his upper arm anxiously-

Red
-glances up- 'ey, mate. Lookin' for someone?

Cash
-starts- ... not really, no... not someone I know, anyways.

Red
What’re you lookin’ for?

Cash
-glances around again warily- .... in particular? Smack...

Red
-pushes away from the car, heading over to him- Askin’ for that a little loudly, aren’t you?

Cash
-eyeing him warily but shrugs- No cops around at the moment.

Red
-considers him for a moment before pulling him aside- If you’re serious, mate, 've got you covered.

Cash
-lifts brow- Do you?

Red
Best in the city, for a fact.

Cash
-quiet for several moments- ... 'lright.

Red
Seventy for a quarter. I don’ haggle, ’n you hand over the cash first.

Cash
'm lookin' for a lot more th'n that.

Red
Quarter’s all I’m sellin’ right now.

Cash
Right now. -rolls eyes but digs his wallet out-

Red
All I got on me.

Cash
Mm. -sorting through the bills he has handy-

Red
-watches him, waiting-

Cash
-offers 3 twenties and a ten-

Red
-takes it, folding it and putting it in his back pocket, pulling out a small black ziplock back and slipping it into his hand- Come find me when y’ want more, mate. I’ll be around.

Cash
-nods- I'm sure 'll be back. -tucks the ziplock bag in his own pocket, followed by his wallet after before turning around to leave-

End!
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#2
Claim!
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