OTA - call it religion
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dormousesaidThe mouth of the alley was out of the way, a perfect spot for this.
"Jesus, Gary, we talked about this." Ignacio licked his lips; they were dry from excitement.
Gary was unrelenting, and stared at Ignacio out of pale eyes beneath a brow that was too heavy for his otherwise thin face. Prick, Ignacio thought, but Gary was the most useful prick he knew, and that was why he couldn't quit seeing his face around.
"Fine," Ignacio finally ground out between his molars, and dug a little too vehemently into his pockets. A moment later, he handed over a rolled up wad of cash. It was wound around Ignacio's signature, a dainty little glass bottle with a cork stopper in it. It had a hand-labelled, fanciful little tag. Drink Me, it suggested, cheery and sweet.
Gary took it all and stashed it away with greedy hands. Prick. Ignacio was parting with more money than he was generally comfortable with, on account of that he usually thought that luxury items were the devil and people who forked over loads of cash more for things than they were worth were idiots.
So today Ignacio was an idiot.
Gary shuffled off in the other direction down the alley, leaving Ignacio with his spoils. He leaned against the side of his shitty, ancient red Chevy Cavalier. It was warm against the seat of his pants in the summer sunshine, glaring down from above at its slightly afternoon angle.
"This is the best day of my life this month," he said, lifting the cassette tape from its brown paper bag and holding it up to the light like a fine piece of jewelry.
It was a copy of The Offspring's 1986 demo tape and now it was Ignacio's.
ooc: ignacio's introduction. meet him in the afternoon anywhere near downtown siren's cove. possible tw for drugs (dealing.)
"Jesus, Gary, we talked about this." Ignacio licked his lips; they were dry from excitement.
Gary was unrelenting, and stared at Ignacio out of pale eyes beneath a brow that was too heavy for his otherwise thin face. Prick, Ignacio thought, but Gary was the most useful prick he knew, and that was why he couldn't quit seeing his face around.
"Fine," Ignacio finally ground out between his molars, and dug a little too vehemently into his pockets. A moment later, he handed over a rolled up wad of cash. It was wound around Ignacio's signature, a dainty little glass bottle with a cork stopper in it. It had a hand-labelled, fanciful little tag. Drink Me, it suggested, cheery and sweet.
Gary took it all and stashed it away with greedy hands. Prick. Ignacio was parting with more money than he was generally comfortable with, on account of that he usually thought that luxury items were the devil and people who forked over loads of cash more for things than they were worth were idiots.
So today Ignacio was an idiot.
Gary shuffled off in the other direction down the alley, leaving Ignacio with his spoils. He leaned against the side of his shitty, ancient red Chevy Cavalier. It was warm against the seat of his pants in the summer sunshine, glaring down from above at its slightly afternoon angle.
"This is the best day of my life this month," he said, lifting the cassette tape from its brown paper bag and holding it up to the light like a fine piece of jewelry.
It was a copy of The Offspring's 1986 demo tape and now it was Ignacio's.
ooc: ignacio's introduction. meet him in the afternoon anywhere near downtown siren's cove. possible tw for drugs (dealing.)
