“I dunno. I ordered a whole lot, but it shouldn’t take too much longer, that place is usually pretty quick, fastest bike delivery in the whole city, the kid delivering probably does speed or something. That guy is gonna go fucking insane when he starts checking his bank account. ‘I remember all the hookers, but when did I order 300 dollars worth of Greek delivery?’ I wish I could see his face, it’d be fucking priceless.” Darlene laughed, once again sounding far too pleased with the havoc she was going to end up causing on some man’s life. It was all for the greater good though, wasn’t it? Just another one of the many steps in the larger plan — at least that was how Darlene rationalized all the petty crimes that she committed along the way. After all, the company that they were taking down had done far worse things than she could have been doing, she wasn’t murdering people by the thousands and then covering it up like it had never even happened.
That was real crime. Stealing a couple thousands from someone might as well have been child’s play in comparison.
“Atta boy. That’s what I like hearing. Just don’t take it all, okay? I actually want to try some of that later.” Deft fingers dug through the bag, retrieving a small vial of finely ground cocaine and gently tossing over to Elliot. “And, look at you. Taking in some kid off the streets, and letting me fill him up with illegal substances, we’re really just a shining example of responsible adults, aren’t we? This is probably why we never had any kids… that and I can’t stand those noisy little fuckers.” Another laugh echoed out of her, examining the substances inside of the bag once more, as though trying to decide which one would be the best to give to John once he finally arrived back with Flipper.
“I’ll let him have his pick, and make sure that he stays away from the hard stuff. I don’t wanna be held accountable if he ends up trying to eat your face off or something later."
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That was real crime. Stealing a couple thousands from someone might as well have been child’s play in comparison.
“Atta boy. That’s what I like hearing. Just don’t take it all, okay? I actually want to try some of that later.” Deft fingers dug through the bag, retrieving a small vial of finely ground cocaine and gently tossing over to Elliot. “And, look at you. Taking in some kid off the streets, and letting me fill him up with illegal substances, we’re really just a shining example of responsible adults, aren’t we? This is probably why we never had any kids… that and I can’t stand those noisy little fuckers.” Another laugh echoed out of her, examining the substances inside of the bag once more, as though trying to decide which one would be the best to give to John once he finally arrived back with Flipper.
“I’ll let him have his pick, and make sure that he stays away from the hard stuff. I don’t wanna be held accountable if he ends up trying to eat your face off or something later."