Deal and Draw
Yet another random drabble. This time for prompt #81: jackass.
Word count: 217 (So much for hoping it'd be under 200)
Every single night, he would slink away from the watchful eyes of his Superior to deal. With pleasant customers, of course. (Humour drabble-type thing).


"Hey, you got me the drugs?"

"Yeah, I got you the damn drugs, man. You better be payin' me with some coin, ya hearin' me, kiddo?"

"Uh-huh. Well, what if I said I'd be takin' your dope for myself and not givin' you none of my loot from my loot bag?"

"Then I'd hafta put some holes in ya with my nifty bang-bang babies I got with me and get me some of yer dough, yeah?"

"You ain't got no guns, dude. I don't see none. Lousy liar, s'what you are!"

"That's where you are so very wrong, my friend. I got my shooters with me. You don't worry yer purty head 'bout 'em violets. Now, gimme the munny nice an' slow and I'll deal you the dope."

"You ain't gettin' my munny! This is highway robbery, ya cheat!"

Xigbar drew his guns and shot the man twenty times in the chest.

The poor, unfortunate soul dropped to the ground like a sack of potatoes.

Xigbar shrugged offhandedly. "Told ya so, ya bastard."

And he proceeded to pilfer the dead guy's pockets, taking his wallet, car keys, house keys, letterbox keys and his two-thousand-dollar sunglasses for good measure.

"Yeah, I could totally do with some shades."

The one-eyed gunslinger walked off, whistling a happy tune to himself.


Author's notes: If that wasn't random at all, I don't know what it was.

Xiggy was always the type to deal drugs to random people in the dead of the night. Xemnas however, is ever-oblivious to his minions and their activities. As usual.