vic sat on your couch beside you, digging in his skinny jeans for his wallet.

“you got the stuff?” he murmured, watching you pull out the small baggie he was buying from you.

he let out a relieved huff of breath, handing you a wad of cash as you handed him the bag.

he watched you count the cash, eyes locking onto his as you let out a satisfied hum, placing it in your pocket.