A FEW DAYS LATER:
"There you are, one bag" Glaze said to her current buyer.
"Okay, rasta, but, you know, not great, you know? The herb is gonna kill me up, here. The herb! It's bad for the head. The stuff here." Little Jacob said.
"S -Sure" Glaze said, barely understanding him.
"The hydroponic and artificial are made with chemicals and produced with chemicals. Covered with pes-"
"Yeah, yeah, that will be 40 dollars" Glaze said, not understanding what Jacob was saying, and it was starting to creep her out.
"For one bag, rasta!?" Jacob cried.
"Hey, my usual cook was my boyfriend.. After cheating on me, he left the business.. And my bike.. and I have to make all my pot myself now.. It was friggin hard. I had to spend 4 weeks studying about chemisty" Glaze whined.
"Oh.. I'm sorry Glaze" Jacob said.
"Saten handled it in his style" Glaze said.
Saten, in a flashback, breaks into the guys house, shooting him in both the legs and stealing the guys wallet, along with the bike he stole off Glaze in the first plaxe.
Later gives the wallet to Glaze along with her bike, saying whatever money is in it, now is hers. (100 dollars in twenties, which isn't actually all that much these days).
"Oh.. Whatever you say, rasta" Jacob said, giving her 2 twenties and leaving with the bag.
Glaze looked at the money, and sighed, wondering how she got to this.
But ended up forgetting about the deep thoughts, and used the money on Thai Food.. Wanting to keep the little box you get.
Once there see notices Carly and Trixie.
"Hey.. I heard about that thing with Packie" Carly said.
"Yeah, it was, awkward" Glaze admitted.
"Say, you ever actually use that stuff? Saw you out there" Trixie said.
"A few times in collage.. Got so paranoid I round up killing a stray cat.. I took the message.. But the money is good.. And it's hard to find real work, with my tattoos being considered sort of unprofessional" Glaze said.
"Yeah, plus your green hair doesn't help" Trixie teases.
"Hey, this is a fashion"
"Yeah, for rockstars maybe" Carly teased two.
