09-04-2016, 02:25 PM
Yuri threw away the empty can of piss warm beer he'd manage to filch on the way to the shower. Being sprung was nice, but already the familiar itch to get high was settling over him like a bedbug bite in between his shoulder blades. All he wanted to do was scratch it. What use was being free if he couldn't enjoy it? He looked around the bedroom and found some markers, and pulling the cap off, took a big whiff.
That's when Brodyagi pounded on the door. Guy was an impatient bitch. Still Yuri reasoned he'd better keep the guy happy. "Hold on Bro, I'll be right there,"
he shouted back. He smelled himself. Probably smelled the best he'd had since he left his do-gooder parents. Nah, no prison stink.
Yeah, people always thought Yuri was stupider than he really was. There was no way Brodyagi was going through this much trouble getting Yuri out and getting him threads unless there was something he could get back in return. Just like Mudak. Until he learned what it was, he didn't trust the guy. He took another big whiff from the markers. His head fuzzed out and he tried to grab the power. Nothing. He hated feeling this unprotected. Oh well. Yuri grabbed the jacket and put it on. A nice treated leather jacket. Good in case he got blood on it.
Yuri came out the room. "Alright Bro I'm good to go,"
he said as he came down the hall. Brodyagi was looking down at his watch and drinking something. Vodka? Rum? Something hard. The itch intensified. Maybe he had good dope or something. . "Nice. Got something to spare for a guy who just got out of the joint and wants to really party?"
He'd get his hands on something fast anyway, but Brodyagi probably knew how things went. You couldn't spring a guy and not hook him up, after all.
Edited by Yuri Obrechennyy, Sep 4 2016, 02:26 PM.
That's when Brodyagi pounded on the door. Guy was an impatient bitch. Still Yuri reasoned he'd better keep the guy happy. "Hold on Bro, I'll be right there,"
he shouted back. He smelled himself. Probably smelled the best he'd had since he left his do-gooder parents. Nah, no prison stink.
Yeah, people always thought Yuri was stupider than he really was. There was no way Brodyagi was going through this much trouble getting Yuri out and getting him threads unless there was something he could get back in return. Just like Mudak. Until he learned what it was, he didn't trust the guy. He took another big whiff from the markers. His head fuzzed out and he tried to grab the power. Nothing. He hated feeling this unprotected. Oh well. Yuri grabbed the jacket and put it on. A nice treated leather jacket. Good in case he got blood on it.
Yuri came out the room. "Alright Bro I'm good to go,"
he said as he came down the hall. Brodyagi was looking down at his watch and drinking something. Vodka? Rum? Something hard. The itch intensified. Maybe he had good dope or something. . "Nice. Got something to spare for a guy who just got out of the joint and wants to really party?"
He'd get his hands on something fast anyway, but Brodyagi probably knew how things went. You couldn't spring a guy and not hook him up, after all.
Edited by Yuri Obrechennyy, Sep 4 2016, 02:26 PM.