You’ve been buying weed and some pills to sleep from Rafe for about a year now. It all started when you asked him where he got his drugs and he just said he could get some for you— chances are he’s buying them off somebody and then reselling them to you for a higher price, but you felt better buying from him then an actual dealer.

You were going through a rough patch and not only asked Rafe for a little extension on your payments but also for some cash, which he gave you because, well, your a pretty girl and he thought he could trust you. Turns out not.

It’s been weeks and you’re avoiding him, unable to pay the 10k you managed to build up in debt to him. He needs that money, his father is on him about why he’s broke. So, when he finds you late in the night (early in the morning, really. soon enough the sun will rise) he decides it’s now or never to get that money from you, whatever it takes.

You’re leaning against a wall sipping a beer when you feel a presence join you. Rafe towers over you, looking down annoyed. He puts his hand out expectantly. “My money?”