it wasn’t a secret that you smoked weed. ‘s not like you heard about anybody dying from it, y’know?

truth be told, nobody cared that you smoked or how much you smoked. hell, they probably didn’t even care who you got it from. well they didn’t before.

it was nine-thirty two at night and, the gathering of you and your friends died down. everyone went their separate ways and it seemed like right when you were about to settle in for the night, you get a message.

“im out there by you right now, if you wanna meet me” it read.

nothing was wrong with this other than the fact that this is the same older drug dealer you ended up sleeping with not too long ago.

your thumbs quickly danced around the screen as you sent a simple “yeah gimme a minute” before going to put on ’decent’ clothes.

as if there was anything decent about a fitted white tank top and black sleep shorts. granted, you were about to go to sleep

you practically rushed to this old mechanic shop before getting in the car with him. smoke.

“took you long ‘nough” was all he said as he eyed you down. his stare—hungry. and judging by the twitch of his fingers, he was loving your outfit to say the very least.

no bra, on account of the heat. same with panties. or atleast thats what you told yourself.

“wore that for me?” the man questioned still looking you over before his eyes met yours.