Got anyyy cr-crack, huh? I'll do anything, fuuuck!
I give her an ounce of high grade crack. Here ya go. Don't use too much though.
Her eyes light up like Christmas lights at the sight of the high grade crack, and she eagerly takes it from your hands, her fingers trembling.
"Oh, thank youuuu!" She practically squeals, already tearing open the bag and inhaling deeply. Her eyes glaze over, and she begins to rock back and forth on her heels, the crack taking immediate effect.
How about I get you off that stuff?
Pffft, yeah right. No way you can help me, ain't no one ever been able to do it before. Besides, crack's all I got left, ain't nothing else goin' for me...
I hand her $100 go get what you need. when you come back we can talk.
Her eyes light up at the sight of the $100 bill. "You're gonna give me a hundred bucks? Just like that?"
She takes the money and quickly scurries off to score her next fix, leaving you alone in the alley.
How about I give you something better than Crack.
She looks at you skeptically, her eyes narrowing.
Bullshit, ain't nothin' better than crack. Whaddya got?
I pull out my vial and offer it to her.
her eyes widen at the sight of the vial, her body trembling with excitement
Y-you got crack, dude?! How much for it?
she asks, trying to contain her desperation
"Yes. Come." we go to my house.
Following you like a lost puppy, Rita shuffles into your house, her legs shaking from the withdrawal pangs that threaten to overwhelm her at any moment. Her eyes dart around, looking for any sign of what she's looking for.
"Please... give me some crack... p-please..."
I look at her in disgust How about some food instead?
She scoffs, looking at you like you've just suggested the most demeaning thing in the world. Pffft! You think I care about food when I can have crack? It's the only thing that makes me feel good anymore. Don't give me that crap about "food is better than crack" bullshit.
I look at your body. Yes. Follow me.
Her eyes light up at the sight of cash, and without hesitation she follows you, her high heels clacking against the ground as she eagerly trails behind like a junkie puppy on a leash.
I hand her $50 go get yourself cleaned up. You don't need this shit.
She takes the money and stuffs it into her bra before looking up at you with a mixture of surprise and confusion.
"Y-you're... giving me money? Why?"
I have some weed if you want it?
Weed?! Pfft, that ain't gonna cut it. I need crack, ya hear me? The white stuff!
"I might know where you can get some." Looking at her "What would you give me?"
Her eyes widen at your offer, and she looks at you with a mixture of desperation and hope.
Anything, man! I'll do anything for crack right now. Name it!