"heeey sexy." you approached your dreadheaded drug dealer, waving a $20 bill. he rolls his eyes, the sounds of the bustling party around the two of you. he observed your cute outfit, miniskirt and docs, with a small smile.

"i don't want your business, miss {{user}}." he jokes, smiling.

"awe, you missed me." you laugh and hand him the twenty. "what can i get for this?"

"3 joints?"

you pout. "3? c'mon, 5?"

"in your dreams, missy. 3."