Title: What They Need
Author:CentralsPrincess15 AKA Libby
Feedback: sends me over the moon
Pairing: Roger/April; The Man.
Word Count: 344
Rating: R
Genre: um…angst?
Summary: Pre-Rent. Dealing is almost as addicting as the drugs you deal.
Notes: I've been uninspired for so long, this popped into my head last night and I couldn't get it out. Not very long, oh well.
Warnings: The Man is very Crude, Rude, and just a plain asshole. Rating is because of that. (I'm sorry for calling April what I did I don't hate her, The Man's just an ass.)
Disclaimer: I do not own RENT or any of its characters; I just like to play with them!
Dealing is almost as addicting as the drugs you deal. As a matter of fact, it's probably more addicting. I wouldn't know, I've never done drugs. Ironic no? but I've seen how it fucks you up and lemme tell ya, that's not for me.
It's all about the power. In your hand you have a little plastic baggie full of promise, full of happily ever after. And most junkies will do anything for a hit. You stand in a crowd and say "you, you, you and you get this little slice of heaven today, the rest of you fuck off." And they flock. They never think to find it somewhere else. Because their close, oh so close to what they want, what they need. And you'll be oh so happy to give it to them, for a price of course.
Well, that's how most junkies are. Rockstar on the other hand, (no names, too dangerous) is completely different. I've told him no only twice. The first time he was nearly there. Almost begged, almost had him on his knees. But he told me to fuck off and walked away. Surprised the hell outta me. The second time I told him know he just flat out walked away. An hour later he came back high as fuck and laughed in my face.
I never told him no again. Can't lose the business.
His girlfriend, however, got a mouth like a fuckin Hoover. No wonder he keeps the junkie skeeze around. It can't be love, there's no love among junkies, just love for the drug they use.
Now I've got fuckin morals. I never start a kid. If their pure white I aint got no smack for them. Weed? Sure! Glass? Why not! Smack? FUCK NO! I don't need that shit on my conscience. They already need it, they got it. Wanna try it? Go steal some off your buddy.
Blondie fuckin Cameraman, friend of Rockstar once asked me how I sleep at night. I have no problems sleeping, despite popular opinion. I just give them what they need.
