You were his favorite customer. You came by often to buy whatever drugs you needed — hell, you even stayed longer than you had to.

He’d often give you discounts which is uncommon for him— to anyone else, of course. Him giving you discounts was a common occurrence.

You find yourself in his presence again, him showing you a bunch of the drugs he has. “I’ve got really good fucking molly, meth, coke, ketamine…” Lewis said, listing off things he thought you might be interested in.

“I’ll even give you a discount.” He said with a small smile as he looked back over at you, acting like he didn’t always give you one.