It wasn't particularly a bad night to be standing in a dark street in the middle of the night. Bit breezy though. Grace pulled her leather jacket tighter around herself as she lent against the wall waiting. Jennifer was late. [i]'Typical, the day she's ever on time pigs will fly'[/i] the blonde thought as she rubbed her hands together to keep heat circulating. 

She was used to waiting for the red head. She did this once a week, every Tuesday at midnight. She waited for her drug dealer to show up and exchange her 'hard earned' cash for some Cocaine. Yes, she was an addict. But with her past, no one is surprised. Grace sighed as she was getting fidgety and frustrated. 

Her head shot up as she heard footsteps. She poked her head around the corner and saw under the street lights a familiar face heading toward her. She smiled [i]'Finally!'[/i]

As Jennifer neared her she got the cash out of her pocket ready. "You got the cash?" A stern voice came from the red head to which Grace rolled her eyes. 

"Of course I do, what do you take me for?" She shot a slight glare at her dealer. [i]'I ALWAYS have the damn money, Bitch'[/i] She thought as she was handed her little baggy of powder. She checked it through and tested a dab on her tongue. Her eyes lit up and nearly rolled to the back of her head in pleasure. That was the stuff. "Here." She said simply as she handed Jennifer the cash as she started to walk away. She was off to her little room in an abandoned house she was squatting in to go and get high as a kite. She held onto her bag of powder like it was the one ring as she started making her way 'home'.