The Dealer/Whitney's house1/Post-Sex:Leave
From Create Your Own Story
You're not to eager to actually talk about what happened just now but you decide that your best decision is to leave.
"I should," you pull your underwear back on hastily, "probably go," you're looking for your shirt, "It's probably for the best."
Whitney puts a hand on your shoulder, "Hold on." she says, your eyes meet hers again, trying not to betray awkwardness. "I haven't paid you yet."
You frown.
"For the weed." Whitney says, "You know, why you came over."
"Yeah." you say.
Whitney, still mostly naked, gets up and pads away.
A minute later she's back with a handful of cash. "So, what have you got?"
You and Whitney spend the next few minutes discussing what you've got and how much she wants to buy and whilst you're tempted to give her discount you decide that's probably not good business and end up delivering what you came here to deliver, which was some weed.
Whitney buys quite a large amount of product from you and you're basically depleted. This is fine though, you think to yourself, because as you'll remember from the beginning all you have to do is go back to resupply yourself.
Whitney is pulling on some clothes hastily as you finish your dealings and you're still getting your jacket on as you head towards the garage with your now empty weed bag, which you sling into the seat compartment of the motorbike, and drive off.
Whitney doesn't stick around to wave you off as you drive out of her neighbourhood.
