Drug Dealing at 9:00 [Part 1 of 2]
WHO → Nando, Eduard.
WHEN→ Early November 17th 2009
WHERE→ In one of the many dark, dusty alleyways of Liberty City
WHAT→ This is based off of the history of Estonia and Philippines, where there was apparently a shady trade concerning hemp. But for the sake of this story, let's just say 'Nando's drunk and decides making a drug deal is totally a good idea.
WARNING→ DD for drug dealing, drunk people, and 'Nando, who's currently high. Rating will shoot up to R later.
Nando was just having some fun. Just some harmless fun that could possibly make him money... and a free ticket to the big house. The second possibility, however, was completely drowned out through alcohol. If a cop caught him, he would get thrown in jail. So? Sobriety had clocked out of the building entirely.
Maybe it was those weird brownies that did it. But for now, nothing could stop 'Nando from his goal tonight, the goal he would never remember again. Oddly, although his mind was hazy, his steps were, on the most part, steady. All he knew was that there were enough of them to possibly sell to others, and Nando migrated from one part of town to another, trying to find a destination seedy enough for him to sit and wait.
Anyone else looking at this situation might think if he didn't get caught by a cop, it would be a miracle. However, tonight, there wouldn't be an intervention, although the sales transaction wouldn't be smooth. The drugs were set at the price of one single young, pathetic soul, and we all know where 'Nando's currently is: filling those shots of tequila, beer cans scattered back in the floor of the rave and the even nastier Corona bottles around him.
Let the deals begin.
WHEN→ Early November 17th 2009
WHERE→ In one of the many dark, dusty alleyways of Liberty City
WHAT→ This is based off of the history of Estonia and Philippines, where there was apparently a shady trade concerning hemp. But for the sake of this story, let's just say 'Nando's drunk and decides making a drug deal is totally a good idea.
WARNING→ DD for drug dealing, drunk people, and 'Nando, who's currently high. Rating will shoot up to R later.
Nando was just having some fun. Just some harmless fun that could possibly make him money... and a free ticket to the big house. The second possibility, however, was completely drowned out through alcohol. If a cop caught him, he would get thrown in jail. So? Sobriety had clocked out of the building entirely.
Maybe it was those weird brownies that did it. But for now, nothing could stop 'Nando from his goal tonight, the goal he would never remember again. Oddly, although his mind was hazy, his steps were, on the most part, steady. All he knew was that there were enough of them to possibly sell to others, and Nando migrated from one part of town to another, trying to find a destination seedy enough for him to sit and wait.
Anyone else looking at this situation might think if he didn't get caught by a cop, it would be a miracle. However, tonight, there wouldn't be an intervention, although the sales transaction wouldn't be smooth. The drugs were set at the price of one single young, pathetic soul, and we all know where 'Nando's currently is: filling those shots of tequila, beer cans scattered back in the floor of the rave and the even nastier Corona bottles around him.
Let the deals begin.