Post by Trent Benjamin Beckett on Nov 19, 2008 22:26:30 GMT -6
It feels right,
All these asphyxiated, self-medicated;
take the white pill, you'll feel alright,
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Trent pulled up to the club and got out of the car, he flicked a piece of his hair out of his eyes as he slammed the car door behind him. A small smirk played on his lips as he reached into his jeans pocket and pulled out the packet of cigarettes. The carton was slightly crushed but the cigs were perfectly fine. He leaned his back onto his car and lit one of them and took a long drag from them. As he smoked away he watched as people passed by him. He knew all of them by name but didn't bother to speak to him mostly because he did not need them at all for anything. Thats just how Trent was, he had a few close friends who he associated with every day and everyone else was just a pawn in his little game.
After a few minuets he finished his cig and dropped what was left down on the ground. Trent moved away from his car and headed over to the entrance of the club, as he got closer the bouncer stepped aside. Nice to see you again Mr. Beckett With a nod of his head the two of them exchange fist pounds and Trent slips something into the bouncers hand. If anyone knew Trent at all they knew that it was drugs that had been exchanged at that moment in time.
Trent made his way into the club and glanced around, it was packed filled with so many potential new clients. He pushed his way through the crowd not bothering to say excuse me or sorry to anyone at all. Trent was a frequent person here at the club, everyone that worked here knew Trent by his name and knew exactly what he did and yet not one person tried to stop him. He placed himself down at the bar and waved the bartender over. As he ordered himself a drink he took a look around, there seemed to be a few fresh faces in the crowd which was always a good thing. The drink was placed down in front of him and he slipped the bartender his money.
He was about to get up and walk away when he felt a touch of someones hand on his shoulders. He turned around to see a young girl, her name was Lisa or at least thats what she told him when she first started to buy from him. It wasn't all that uncommon for people to give out fake names when they were buying from him at all. With a smirk he leaned his back against the bar "I see you are looking for a fix" The girl nods her head I just need something to hold me over until next week Trent sighs and takes another sip and shakes his head "You still owe me money from the last two times darlin" He reached out and touched the side of her face "How are you going to pay me" The girl bit down on her lower lip Please you know I'm good for it I will find a way to pay you back
Trent was always a sucker for Lisa, any man would be such a beautiful girl it was such a shame for her that she was sucked into the world of drugs. "Fine" he looked around and then back at her "Meet me at my place later on tonight you can pay me back there and I will give you what I want." Lisa nods her head and smiles slightly as she walked away. It was not a secret that at times Trent would take sex as an order from payment from girls that could not pay him at all. The way he figured everyone was winning, he was getting laid and they were getting their fix. There was no problem in that. With a slight chuckle he took another sip of his drink as he moved away from the bar.
notes; tag to anyone
word count 724
music; I'm not your boyfriend baby;; 3OH!3
