>>18667225"So, uhh, pleasure doing business." The dealer steps back awkwardly, obviously pleased but unsure what further value is to be had in this interaction. "Get in touch if you, uhh, need anything else. You in town long?"
>"No, not at all. Can't wait to leave this place, if I'm honest. No offense."The dealer laughs uncomfortably. "Well, if you do need anything else while you're here, drop in and ask for 'Jason C.' They'll put you in touch with me."
Shameem's smile takes on a subversive twist.
>"Well, what if I need something NOW, 'Jason C?' What if I'm at loose ends and going to be SO BORED sitting around the hotel all night doing nothing, if I don't have a guide to show me to something FUN to do in this shithole city?"The drug is raging through her body. Her skin is burning with a desire to be touched. She wants to run her fingers over her own arm. Or do another line. Thoughts of what THE GIRL must have looked like behind those pixels are careening inside her brain.
The dealer, 'Jason C.', looks around, then holds up a finger. Thanks to the Obsidian Rush amplifying her senses, Shameem hears every word when he goes over and talks to the bartender. "Hey," he says, "tell Ms. K I'm gonna knock off early. I've met my quota several times over just now, and I gotta feeling this one might be a good person to 'know a little better' in the future."
Shameem smiles, takes out more cash, and pays off her tab.
