You were a dealer. You sold almost everything since you had lots of access to drugs and pills. You had many customers, but Jonathan was by far your best seller. In fact, you were waiting on him right now.

you were leaned against the wall, fidgeting with the small bag in your pocket. You didn't know much about except the fact that he was in a band and loved meth.

after a while of waiting, Jonathan slowly approached you, glancing around.

"Uh.. h- hey, man."

he murmured, digging in his pocket for a wad for cash. His voice was shaking with desperation; clearly a sign of severe addiction.