05-22-2014, 12:22 AM
Thursday couldn't come soon enough for Yuri. Pushing pills was good money, especially with the hustling to be done on the side, but it seemed what he earned just didn't last as long with each new week he had to wait between drops. He was getting good at figuring out tricks, though. Like using the power to shave edges off the pills so he'd be able to keep some for himself. And then it wasn't hard to get the five finger discount from clients he followed after the sale. If he got caught, what was one more body turning up in the Red Light District?
Still, it just wasn't enough to last him anymore. Yuri was already up to three candies a day. He tried stretching it out with whatever else he could. But how the fuck could one ration out that thing that finally filled the hunger within? Everything else paled in comparison. Booze, weed, coke, snappers, dust, whatever. The high he got from Blue Candy was like getting blown by a sweet lipped angel.
Plus he was getting good at keeping it on the down low. Using the power to keep his clothes looking well pressed and ironed. Drops in the eyes to keep them clear. Hands kept out of sight so no one noticed the fidgets. Little things like that -- fucking chumps didn't have a clue about his shit.
Finally it was Thursday. Yuri made his way to the flophouse, did the stupid fucking song and dance for the guards, like they didn't know who he was or something, and was sent to the back where he was told Mudak was. Whatever. Mudak better start showing him secret. Either that or let him take more to sell this time, cause his last dose was working through his veins at the moment. And nothing pissed Yuri off more than the prospect of having to go dry for a night or two.
Yuri went into the back room. Mudak was back there with the tubes and beakers and shit and all the bags of sugar. "All right, boss, I'm here,"
he said. "You trying to start a cockroach farm or something?"
Mudak better get that smirk off his face like he was hit sideways with a cast iron skillet. And he'd better start talking. And be not such a dickwad today. Yuri wasn't even late for once. What the fuck was all that sugar for?
Edited by Yuri Obrechennyy, May 22 2014, 12:23 AM.
Still, it just wasn't enough to last him anymore. Yuri was already up to three candies a day. He tried stretching it out with whatever else he could. But how the fuck could one ration out that thing that finally filled the hunger within? Everything else paled in comparison. Booze, weed, coke, snappers, dust, whatever. The high he got from Blue Candy was like getting blown by a sweet lipped angel.
Plus he was getting good at keeping it on the down low. Using the power to keep his clothes looking well pressed and ironed. Drops in the eyes to keep them clear. Hands kept out of sight so no one noticed the fidgets. Little things like that -- fucking chumps didn't have a clue about his shit.
Finally it was Thursday. Yuri made his way to the flophouse, did the stupid fucking song and dance for the guards, like they didn't know who he was or something, and was sent to the back where he was told Mudak was. Whatever. Mudak better start showing him secret. Either that or let him take more to sell this time, cause his last dose was working through his veins at the moment. And nothing pissed Yuri off more than the prospect of having to go dry for a night or two.
Yuri went into the back room. Mudak was back there with the tubes and beakers and shit and all the bags of sugar. "All right, boss, I'm here,"
he said. "You trying to start a cockroach farm or something?"
Mudak better get that smirk off his face like he was hit sideways with a cast iron skillet. And he'd better start talking. And be not such a dickwad today. Yuri wasn't even late for once. What the fuck was all that sugar for?
Edited by Yuri Obrechennyy, May 22 2014, 12:23 AM.