Rachel is smoking her third cigarette in less than thirty minutes. She is late. This doesn’t bode well. Waiting in an alley at night usually means you are mistaken for a sex worker, but things have become more dangerous lately.
People are scared and when they are scared they tend to strike first, ask questions later.
Rachel decides the risk isn’t worth it. She feels the jitters coming, but she bites down hard on her cheeks to stop herself from crying out in frustration. No use asking for more attention than necessary.
Stomping on the last of the cig, she starts to turn around when a forceful hand grips her shoulder.
“Where the fuck do you think you are going?”
“I thought you weren’t coming, freak! Let go of me.”
“I passed a raid on the way.”
“Fuck.”
“Yeah”
“Did they get the it?”
“Nah, Rach, I’m good, thanks for your fucking concern”
“Just give me the fucking drive already”
“It’s the first seasons of Gilmore Girls. You don’t know what I had to do to get those episodes, man”
“… a deal is a deal, man, I get you Doctor Who and I get whatever I want.”
“fine, but this hiatus is fucking killing me”
“all of us, man, all of us”
“FREEZE! DROP THE PIRACY ITEMS AND NOBODY WILL BE HURT”
“… Fuck!”
“THROW SALT AND RUN, DAMNIT”
LET ME LOVE YOU *JARED CORRENDO ATÉ O JENSEN*
