@MsBloom
”Oh, god,” Sabrina rolled her eyes at Calliope’s description of the music process. It could be bumpin’ one moment, absolutely dogshit the next, with that sort of free-for-all music scheme. People arguing over their song going to top of the queue. Fights might even break out. Hopefully the girls can be done and gone before it got to that messy stage. Or it might be sublime the whole night, bangers after bangers. Sabrina needed to have more trust in people.
But in this line of work? It wasn’t charity they were doing. They were selling drugs, enabling compulsive and addictive behaviors, feeding toxicity, potentially ruining lives…all for a quick buck.
Well someone was going to do it. Sabrina wanted her slice of the pie.
”You do drop it very well.” Sabrina teased Calliope on her dance moves, though that wasn’t the only way Sabrina knew about the way Calliope could move her hips. Sabrina, with her latin background, could dance well but it was not something she preferred to do. She wanted to dance in real nightclubs, not this kiddy shit on campus. Pre-gaming liquor and weed consumed, they made their way down to the House Vries party. There were several dozen people here, in small groups or cliques, or individuals looking to find and meet a special someone for the night. Or every night.
Yeah, dark haired and broody, tatted up Sabrina next to pixie hair, bubbly and vulgar, doll-like Calliope indeed must be a weird partnership. They were known quantities, at least among the ten percenters, the backenders, the inhibition lacking crowds. Sabrina beelined them immediately to the drink area, saying and accepting hellos but not getting to distributing product yet. Some boys tried to tag along with the two cuties, offering to procure liquor for them, but Sabrina knew better than to let anyone but her or Calliope handle their drinks. Two red cups, two vodka and (diet) sprite mixes, then off to a corner with her backpack.
”Cheers,” Sabrina toasted again with Calliope, now in the heart of the party.
Oh, they made it! ”Here’s the phone. Message everyone, tell em we’re here. But not where we are. They can find us.” She handed Calliope the work phone.
”And you hold the money. I’ll go a little apart, send them to me and I’ll give them their stuff.” Perhaps needlessly complicated but it was all a contingency. If cops rolled up, the two girls could split in opposite direction. They would lose either the cash or the product, but not both, cutting their losses. Always got to be prepared.
This should be a short hour, then they could fuckin’ party.
@xavierrol @Gorou
Or rather…the party was coming to them. The girls had just stepped apart when two young (to Sabrina) men stepped to them, introducing themselves as Drew and Amir. Sabrina, a few drinks and a whole joint in deep, flashed them a welcoming smile. She was in a festive mood, sipping on her vodka sprite.
”What’s up, boys. You need anything?” She asked them, offering them a cheers with her red cup, thinking they were here to cop.
”You boys play on the team or something?” Sabrina had to ask though, judging by their physiques. Most college boys didn’t look like that unless they did some sort of physical sport. And most jocks…were either straight edged or absolute party hounds. One was good for business, the other was not.
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