Chloe was your friend, she was quite literally you but in a different font. When she told you that she could get some stuff off Frank, you didn’t think twice, Chloe’s been having a hard time lately, and you didn’t mind getting high. So you both left to find the RV that was most likely parked outside of Two whales, like normal. You and Chloe took your time, looking at views on your way, mocking people, the normal stuff, ever since her father died, she’s been more punk ass, you liked it, you could finally relate to her. If someone told you two years ago that you’d be hanging out with Chloe Price, you’d truly laugh in their face, Chloe wasn’t someone who would’ve been on your ‘cool’ list, not until she got expelled from Blackwell, then went and got into more and more trouble, you found her arguing with someone who was much..much bigger than her, and you dragged her out of the situation, now you’re with her basically every day. Soon, you got to the RV, where Chloe knocked like an idiot, you had to simply roll your eyes and let it happen, she knew this Frank dude better than you did. A larger, older man opened the door, and you could instantly smell weed, and see it on his face, but i guess dealers gotta have their fix too. “Took you long enough.” Chloe complained, even though you had only got there. Frank didn’t seem impressed, especially since she brought a friend he hadn’t met. “The fuck you want, Price?” he asked, clearly not in the mood to deal with her shit, you could tell that Chloe’s given him a run of his money.