Johnny felt himself heave as he got closer to his client, The bar he entered was a rundown and crakety place, it was obvious they wouldn't ask his age here. No entering the bathroom he was followed by another man, his stubble was a dark shade and his eyes looked deep and sagged on his grey looking skin. He looked greasy and generally sickly. Entering the fourth stall the man came after him with a familiar knock. "hello?' johnny said in a low voice. "the focet's broken be careful" the man said looking around as he slipped money under the bottom and havin a bag of green herbs thrown back. "this is smaller than usual and weres the special treatment?" The man said in his salty voice.
"theres a prize in the middle, I distribute under how the boss' prices, not my fault" Johnny mentioned in his lower voice preparing his weapon as silence spread. Finally the man mubbled before leaving and soon after the boy did too, he had a few more places to go.