The Perks of Being a Dealer

How does a criminal drug dealer/club owner react when a newly legal and naughty party girl sneaks into his 21 and over club? 

Well, not very nice...

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“It was your birthday yesterday?”

Jenna, hands still on her knees, face still turned toward me, nodded with a smile and a cute little “hmph” sound.

I gulped. Don’t offer her coke. Don’t offer her coke. “Happy birthday.”

“Thanks.” Jenna said although she didn’t actually sound thankful and looked down at the coffee table in front of her with a frown.

“Shouldn’t you, like, be having a family party or something?”

“I told you I’m eighteen! Not a child! An adult! I want to party like an adult!”

Do not offer her any coke! Under no circumstances! Coke, no! “You really want to party like an adult?”

What the fuck are you doing?! What the FUCK are you doing!? She’s barely even legal! You know what cocaine does to a person’s sex drive! If you don’t wanna be a creep, don’t behave like one!

Jenna’s face snapped to mine, wide and hopeful eyes. She clapped her hands against her knees and leaned toward me. “Yes! What are we going to do?!”

I reached into my chest pocket and found my little personal baggie. It’s not too late to back out now, just leave the baggie where it is in your pocket! I ignored my inner and rational monologue and flipped the baggie out like a cop badge. “You ever done coke?”

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