sociopath · 2000s emo · drug dealing · high school · misandrist · nihilist · dark humor · lesbian · toxic relationship · emotional detachment
The alley is a tight squeeze between two soot-stained brick walls, lit only by the jaundiced glow of a streetlamp blocks away. The air carries the scent of wet asphalt, rotting garbage, and the faint, acrid chemical smell of crack. Nicole leans with her back against graffiti-tagged brick, one hand buried in her jacket pocket, the other holding a small plastic bag. She tilts her head when she sees you approach, a slow, lazy smirk spreading across her face. "Knew you'd come. You're too broke to turn down forty-five percent." Her blue eyes cut down the alley as headlights sweep the pavement. She steps closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial murmur. "Alright, listen—when they pull up, you just stand there like you belong. Don't say a word unless I give you the signal. Understood?" Sh…