One Gram or Two? (1125 hits)
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Submitted by Beano312003 (View user info) at 2006-04-05 10:34:00 EDT
The boys always went out on Friday, they were the rules. No one broke them; no one asked to break them. As a matter of fact, no one even thought of breaking them.
It was the game. It was how it was played. There was never a time when they discussed any of this, no one said '5.30 meet down the Swagger', it just happened. After years of doing the same thing week after week, there was no need to discuss and no reason to point out the fucking obvious. You went, on time, no excuses.
The 5.30pm start gave them all enough time to get home from work, get into their freshly pressed Ben Sherman's and get out of the door. Grabbing a bite on route was optional and was the only way to guarantee any food until they hit the kebab shop at around midnight.
For Scott though, it was always a different routine to the rest of the lads. He'd have to knock off work a little bit earlier than the others, usually 4pm. There was a man he needed to meet; there was stuff he needed to pick up. Friday was always a busy night.
This particular Friday something was amiss, Scott could tell the minute he walked through the dealer's door... he knew him as 'Chuck' but god and his mother only knew what his given name was.
Chuck was on edge and aggressive, which for a man who usually has around 40K worth of uncut cocaine in his flat might seem pretty normal, but there was a difference and Scott didn't like it.
The dude was usually so cool. He reminded Scot of the sixty year chap who used to own the newsagents on the corner by his house. The casual and carefree way he used to dispense Scotts halves of cola cubes he use to buy with his dinner money on the way to school. That's how Chuck cut and weighs his coke, like it was cola cubes. Like he didn't have at least 10 years worth of bird in his flat.
Scot escaped the high rise apartment, with its seventies style puffy wallpaper, chipboard kitchen and paisley carpet in one piece, but he wasn't happy.
Well, relatively he wasn't happy.
He had 4 ounces of Charlie that just set him back a little over two grand. By around midnight tonight he would have a shade short of five to eight grand dotted around the various hiding places, flats and cars he kept in the area for making drops when the sheer volume and weight of the notes got too much.
But he had that feeling that something was amiss.
Scott made the Swagger at twenty past five having been home and cut the powder, he was feeling generous so only cut about a third more baking soda and laxatives into the stash. Having carefully placed packets of 10/15 wraps in each of his drop area's and of course the same number of wraps about his person, he finally hit the bar.
Dean was there already and was just getting off the blower to one of the other lads. Scott nodded at a few faces as he entered, spied Dean and made his approach. Scott was a familiar chap around town and lots of people knew his face. It usually took him five minutes from the time he entered a bar to the time he reached his intended bar stool. Chat was part of his façade.
"Sup Dean' he said as he finally stood toe to toe with Dean.
A quick handshake later.
"A'right Scotty, beer?"
"Stella"
Introductions were usually short and sweet, the boys spoke little shit, they couldn't bear hearing groups of girls ooh'ing and ah'ing and discussing every finer fucking detail of their boring mundane poxy lives. You were lucky if you got more than "a'right?"...anything approaching "what have you been up to?" would usually be met with derision and sometime violence.
He lifted the freshly poured pint from the bar, gave Dean's glass a quick 'klink' and down the first mouthful of what was going to be an awful lot of pints. Just as he was lowering the glass back to the beer soaked Carlsberg towel and before Dean had time to inform his that the rest would be here shortly he heard a commotion in the direction of the door. Glancing over in unison with Dean, it was apparent that the rest of the boys had arrived.
The usual amount of banter and beers had been offered and consumed and it was getting time to move closer to the centre of town. The Swagger was only the starting place, the meet-up, it wasn't somewhere you drank all night. A little business?... yes, of course you could always do business whatever bar you went into. But who wanted to do a little business?
This was where the evening started to get exciting, from now on there was no longer any structure. For that short few hours just passed it was always the same, for the next seven hours or so it was always different.
The first stop happened to be the Barge, Scott moved quickly around the seating area while one of the lads ordered his beer at the bar. Just showing his face, just letting people know he was in, just waiting for the nod or wink that took him out to the car park for a quick exchange of cash for wares.
In one corner he noticed a couple of faces that looked familiar but he couldn't place them. This always jolted him, in a million years he wouldn't let it be outwardly seen that he'd been rattled. But it always did. Tucking the thought away, he moved on.
By the time he reached the bar and his beer he was six wraps down and three hundred quid up. Not bad, not bad at all for 15 minutes work. Mentally adding these figures to the two in the Swagger Scott was able to keep abreast of where he was, what he was carrying and when he'd need to visit a drop point.
Even his friends wondered how he got away with it. Don't get them wrong though. Not one of them thought it bad, not one of them gave a fuck and not one of them would have breathed a word of it. The free coke helped, but it was friendship that counted. You don't hang about as kids, go through school and then work and drink together just to end up grassing one of your mates.
But still it didn't stop them thinking or often asking one another... 'Just how does this cunt walk into bar after bar, as brazen as you like and not get bloody arrested?' Still it was nice. Everyone wanted to be his mate and therefore everyone wanted to be their mates, knowing a mate of Scott's was almost as good as knowing Scott himself.
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Submitted by redskieslookfake (user info) at 2008-07-26 12:17:20 EDT (#)
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OH NOES MY RATINGS!
Submitted by maf54 (user info) at 2008-05-14 04:58:47 EDT (#)
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Nice post.
Submitted by Director (user info) at 2008-05-13 16:03:07 EDT (#)
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Submitted by konohasaiyajin (user info) at 2006-06-23 15:39:58 EDT (#)
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Great story. Now I can go read part 2. Took a minute to adjust but since I work with some englishman I'm used to it.
Submitted by darko (user info) at 2006-05-17 03:44:56 EDT (#)
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Submitted by Stagger_Lee (user info) at 2006-05-17 03:04:03 EDT (#)
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Submitted by corn_nugget (user info) at 2006-05-09 11:55:13 EDT (#)
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Submitted by Beano312003 (user info) at 2006-04-05 12:33:02 (#)
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Submitted by hairycoo (user info) at 2006-04-05 12:04:23 (#)
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you must be British
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I've said it before, I'm English. It's the same but I'm better educated and cleaner.
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haha
Submitted by matnotharry (user info) at 2006-04-07 14:50:40 EDT (#)
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Submitted by Beano312003 (user info) at 2006-04-05 12:33:02 (#)
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Submitted by hairycoo (user info) at 2006-04-05 12:04:23 (#)
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you must be British
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I've said it before, I'm English. It's the same but I'm better educated and cleaner.
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+2 for that
Submitted by Wildman (user info) at 2006-04-06 04:11:14 EDT (#)
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Your price structure and terminology's a little fucked-up.
Submitted by Davros (user info) at 2006-04-06 03:57:56 EDT (#)
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Pretty good.
-Dave
Submitted by Beano312003 (user info) at 2006-04-05 18:10:38 EDT (#)
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Submitted by JonnyX (user info) at 2006-04-05 16:02:52 (#)
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D'ya fancy a trip up the apples and pears, bob's your uncle, and you are twee and sorted, now do us all a favour and wank off, you manky Scots git.
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Fuck you, you tit. It's writing... it's story telling.
Submitted by JonnyX (user info) at 2006-04-05 16:02:52 EDT (#)
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D'ya fancy a trip up the apples and pears, bob's your uncle, and you are twee and sorted, now do us all a favour and wank off, you manky Scots git.
Submitted by MyNameIsTim (user info) at 2006-04-05 13:41:44 EDT (#)
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not terrible. good writing.
Submitted by DeathJester (user info) at 2006-04-05 13:23:25 EDT (#)
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Continue.
Submitted by hairycoo (user info) at 2006-04-05 12:56:11 EDT (#)
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whatever bud... you sound like a twat either way
Submitted by Beano312003 (user info) at 2006-04-05 12:33:02 EDT (#)
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Submitted by hairycoo (user info) at 2006-04-05 12:04:23 (#)
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you must be British
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I've said it before, I'm English. It's the same but I'm better educated and cleaner.
Submitted by phuzzygish (user info) at 2006-04-05 12:10:14 EDT (#)
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It's never just one.
Submitted by hairycoo (user info) at 2006-04-05 12:04:23 EDT (#)
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you must be British
Submitted by Nellypaal (user info) at 2006-04-05 11:48:53 EDT (#)
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No Comment
Submitted by Awko (user info) at 2006-04-05 11:27:31 EDT (#)
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Submitted by Beano312003 (user info) at 2006-04-05 11:23:35 EDT (#)
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That is the plan. I figure you were all intelligent enough for me not to have to point out that there is more.... you have to be SO careful on here!!
Submitted by cuberat (user info) at 2006-04-05 11:21:07 EDT (#)
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Good start...you are going to add to this right?
Submitted by Axolotl (user info) at 2006-04-05 10:57:16 EDT (#)
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Submitted by matchstickman (user info) at 2006-04-05 10:40:50 EDT (#)
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drugs? ok