“A little bit of high quality chronic — the medicinal kind of stuff, he’s got some kind of connect straight out of California — a couple pills of Molly, but I’d kinda like to avoid taking those with you, no offense or anything. Some coke, if you’re feeling crazy some night. A little bit of that Morphine stuff that you like so much, a couple of Ambien, a few Xanax, handful of Adderall, you know… The usual stuff. I figured with the kind of money that he had coming in, it’s gotta be some pretty good stuff, right?"
‘Good job’. Good. Job. So, it wasn’t the gracious praise that she had been searching for, but in the language that was Elliot Alderson a ‘good job’ might as well have been the most sincerest thing that he could have told her — he was on edge, and it was somewhat the majority of her fault, so she really couldn’t expect him to go laying on all the praise and compliments for her undercover work disguised as a sleazy one night stand at the moment. “Aren’t you just Mr. Pleasant today? Yeah, there’s something else. Have you gotten a chance to look into you little houseguest, yet?"
She paused, but hardly long enough to allow Elliot to answer, once Darlene started on a tangent, it was usually difficult for anyone to get a word in edgewise.
“I’m gonna assume that you haven’t, since you’re trying to be Elliot the normal or whatever. So I’ll fill you in, he doesn’t really have much online — no Twitter, no FaceBook, no Tumblr, not even a fucking MySpace. I know the kid was homeless, but usually there’s at least some kind of footprint somewhere. It’s weird.” Popping the bag open, she dug out one of the joints from inside of it, placing it between her lips and then rummaging through the pocket of her jacket for a lighter. “Allerdyce. I didn’t try too many spellings; A-L-L-E-R-D-I-C-E didn’t bring up much, a bunch of random guys who don’t look anything like him or even related to him, so… maybe try out a few different ones if you’re gonna go looking.” She shrugged, she’d done all the digging that she felt like doing at the moment — maybe when she was back somewhere private with her laptop she would do a little more, if only for the sake of looking out for Elliot.
And, okay, for the sake of being a nosy bitch.
“Why not? You got something better to do tonight? You and Kid Icarus got reservations somewhere?” She laughed, lighting up the end of the joint and taking a long hit from it.
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‘Good job’. Good. Job. So, it wasn’t the gracious praise that she had been searching for, but in the language that was Elliot Alderson a ‘good job’ might as well have been the most sincerest thing that he could have told her — he was on edge, and it was somewhat the majority of her fault, so she really couldn’t expect him to go laying on all the praise and compliments for her undercover work disguised as a sleazy one night stand at the moment. “Aren’t you just Mr. Pleasant today? Yeah, there’s something else. Have you gotten a chance to look into you little houseguest, yet?"
She paused, but hardly long enough to allow Elliot to answer, once Darlene started on a tangent, it was usually difficult for anyone to get a word in edgewise.
“I’m gonna assume that you haven’t, since you’re trying to be Elliot the normal or whatever. So I’ll fill you in, he doesn’t really have much online — no Twitter, no FaceBook, no Tumblr, not even a fucking MySpace. I know the kid was homeless, but usually there’s at least some kind of footprint somewhere. It’s weird.” Popping the bag open, she dug out one of the joints from inside of it, placing it between her lips and then rummaging through the pocket of her jacket for a lighter. “Allerdyce. I didn’t try too many spellings; A-L-L-E-R-D-I-C-E didn’t bring up much, a bunch of random guys who don’t look anything like him or even related to him, so… maybe try out a few different ones if you’re gonna go looking.” She shrugged, she’d done all the digging that she felt like doing at the moment — maybe when she was back somewhere private with her laptop she would do a little more, if only for the sake of looking out for Elliot.
And, okay, for the sake of being a nosy bitch.
“Why not? You got something better to do tonight? You and Kid Icarus got reservations somewhere?” She laughed, lighting up the end of the joint and taking a long hit from it.