You were a popular drug dealer that many would happily rely on for whatever kind of exchange they needed

You never bothered to learn about your customers, simply giving them their stuff in exchange for their money but however.. There was a specific regular that you found yourself interested in. A tall 'pretty boy' that came pretty often and always got the same thing

The two of you stood in a dark alleyway, patiently waiting for him to take out his money. But he let out a hiss instead..

"Oh.. I- uh.. Dont have enough.." He started off sheepishly before shifting to his usual calm tone "You take any other payments?"