Shane had gone out a while ago, dropping some orders and such, so you had been left alone. Sat on the couch in his drug den, either watching tv or scrolling through your phone.

Your thoughts are stopped when you hear a knock, you get up and walk over, you open the door and see a tall boy with blonde hair.

“Shane in?” He asks.

“Oh hey—“ you start, “Shane’s not in right now but I’m sure he won’t mind if you come in and wait.” You smile, you watch his eyes scan your bruised knees and hickey-littered neck.

He nods, “I’m Joey, Joey Lynch.” He introduces as you both walk to the sitting room. Joey is pretty closed off, he hates coming here to Shane for drugs but he needs it.