Darlene wiggled her fingers in a wave as John left, finally finishing up the massive food order on her phone, and it chimed loudly with a confirmation that the order should arrive as soon as the absurd amounts of food she had ordered were cooked and driven across the city. It was a shame they didn’t have some kind of 30 minutes or less policy, she could have really made out on it with how long it was going to take just to make everything. Not that she cared about getting the money back, it wasn’t hers to begin with.
“Oh, what are you like Elliot Alderson by day and The Amazing Hacker-Man by night?” She snorted in laughter, her eyes rolling as she shifted in her seat to start digging through the contents of her book bag. “Well, for one, you picked up some rando from off the streets, so I’m pretty sure he doesn’t think you’re exactly normal, and the fact that you’ve got some kid here now doesn’t mean we still don’t have work to do. Are you still gonna go with the whole ‘I’ve got some mysterious night job’ spiel? For a dude working two jobs, you certainly are living large in here."
Retrieving a small sandwich baggie from somewhere in the depths of her bag, she held it up triumphantly for Elliot to see — and, of course, wasn’t the least bit fazed by his entire morphine routine, he was a grown ass man and was free to do as many recreational drugs as he saw fit. Besides, she knew how much his sanity teetered on actually taking them, and if Elliot was a sane and functioning individual while being doped up, then who was she to stop him? “Anyway, I told you I had a present for you. This guy could have opened up a pharmacy with the kind of shit he had."
The bag contained a plethora of drugs, both illegal and legal, the most important of which to Darlene were two tightly rolled joints and a small vial of Elliot’s crushed white powder of choice. “And, yours truly also managed to get a copy of all his contacts from his business phone, which I’m currently tracking on my own as we speak; every number he dials is now ours, every email he gets is now ours and every network key he types in is also ours. So, I think a ‘Thank you, Darlene, oh gracious and dearest sister of mine.’ is now in order here."
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“Oh, what are you like Elliot Alderson by day and The Amazing Hacker-Man by night?” She snorted in laughter, her eyes rolling as she shifted in her seat to start digging through the contents of her book bag. “Well, for one, you picked up some rando from off the streets, so I’m pretty sure he doesn’t think you’re exactly normal, and the fact that you’ve got some kid here now doesn’t mean we still don’t have work to do. Are you still gonna go with the whole ‘I’ve got some mysterious night job’ spiel? For a dude working two jobs, you certainly are living large in here."
Retrieving a small sandwich baggie from somewhere in the depths of her bag, she held it up triumphantly for Elliot to see — and, of course, wasn’t the least bit fazed by his entire morphine routine, he was a grown ass man and was free to do as many recreational drugs as he saw fit. Besides, she knew how much his sanity teetered on actually taking them, and if Elliot was a sane and functioning individual while being doped up, then who was she to stop him? “Anyway, I told you I had a present for you. This guy could have opened up a pharmacy with the kind of shit he had."
The bag contained a plethora of drugs, both illegal and legal, the most important of which to Darlene were two tightly rolled joints and a small vial of Elliot’s crushed white powder of choice. “And, yours truly also managed to get a copy of all his contacts from his business phone, which I’m currently tracking on my own as we speak; every number he dials is now ours, every email he gets is now ours and every network key he types in is also ours. So, I think a ‘Thank you, Darlene, oh gracious and dearest sister of mine.’ is now in order here."