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Kas and Thomas followed after Amelia quickly, the former spotting his friend and nodding at him. He spotted the other girl too, throwing her a cheeky grin.

“Yo dancing master, good to see you.” He addressed E.J, referring to one of his chosen martial arts. It was a pretty amazing fighting style. He turned back to the girl he didn’t know, smiling again. “What’s good honey? Sorry this has to be short, I gotta meet up with a couple people, it’s hopefully going to be a busy morning. I’ll see you dudes either later or tomorrow. Have a good one, don’t do anything I wouldn’t do... Meaning, don’t die.”  He laughed, turning to Thomas. “Let’s go bitch, we got shit to do.”

They began leaving the bleachers just as the announcement that they actually could rang out. 

“What you mean we? That shit is your deal.” Thomas spoke angrily, he didn’t mind occasionally being involved in crap like that, but not all the time. He’d had enough of it.

“For one, you owe me. For two, you’re my cousin and one of my few friends in this bitch ass place that you helped convince me to move to. Want me to walk around alone just offering random punks a link? You got an eye for this shit.”

“I don’t have an eye for anything, I just think. It’s not that difficult. In a small ass town like this everyone’s bored a lot, or are semi-workaholics, or are kids or teenagers who listen to hip and rap, so want to try some of the shit they’ve heard about. Or emo and goth kids, who’ve heard the same type of shit in their pop-punk and want to give it a go. Maybe they want a connection to outside of town or something, I don’t fucking know. Irrelevant. Point is, 70% of the people here would probably cop from you if they aren’t shook and have the money. Let’s start with the skater kids though, ya know, the type who listen to whatever the fuck the modern day equivalent of Green Day is.”

“The hell is Green Day? Hear that shit fucking with those punk-rock girls you used to like back in London? Dunno why you didn’t mess with girls in the ends, those chicks were wild.” Kas smiled nostalgically. 

“Because a lot of the assholes from the ends thought them girls belonged to them since they’d hit it once or twice, and I didn’t like the idea of being one of those poor morons who got killed because they tried to hit up the wrong gal.”

“You sound kind of defensive cuz, and like a pussy. Still not bust a nut?” Kas smirked.

“Shut the fuck up man. How much stuff you bring?”

“Six eighths and eight tens. Figure we’ll charge $30 for the eighths and $15 for the tens. Overcharge a little bit, these kids can afford it anyway, and green is scarce in this town. Ain’t like London with three shottas every block.”

“Alright, sounds good.” Thomas spoke, stopping still and looking around on the edge of the carnival. He spotted all sorts of kids in all sorts of apparent clicks. A lot of them seemed to dress down considering the probable wealth of a lot of their families. Spotting a group of about eight kids dressed mostly in dark, somewhat baggy clothing close to the nearby treeline he watched them for a minute. A couple of them were wearing familiar band t-shirts, plus Doc Martens and Toms. He heard what he thought was a [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d20ntGnYnm4]recent Panic! At the Disco song[/url] coming from one of their smartphones too. These dudes would work.

“Yo Kas, see them youts over there?” Thomas indicated, nodding in their direction. “They’re perfect.”

“You sure man? They don’t exactly look like they could afford it.”

“You’re not looking close enough. See those boots? They’re Doc Martens. They’re the non-hood Timberlands. Trust me, if those kids don’t have cash from sort sort of allowance I’ll give you that fifty dollars back.”

“Sounds good to me.” Kas smiled, walking towards them. Thomas stayed where he was, trying to blend in a little more. He didn’t have to be that closely associated. A few minutes later Kas returned, a grin on his face and holding a small bundle of notes.

“I fucking told you you have an eye for this cuzzy. They bought three eighths and four tens. Man is $150 richer already. Here, take this you beautiful minded prick.”    

Thomas took the two $20 notes and slid them into his pocket. He’d need them, and putting it towards groceries for home or supplies for school instead of Kas’ expensive ass clothes wasn’t too much of a crime morally. Besides, it was just green. Fucking consequences were increased smiling and the giggles. At least that’s what he tried to tell himself.

“Sure cuz. C’mon, let’s go see who we can find.”