What Drugs?

[Ash]

Surprisingly the way down to teir 5 was amazingly uneventful for Jakob Volkov. He stood there in the elevator as it took off at neck breaking speeds towards the lower tiers. His hair fluttered in the wind as he stared at his equally bored reflection in the half metal half glass doors.

Jakob scratched himself.

First, his hand was just itching the half leg he still had and then it ended up in his crotch where he adjusted his belongings. His hand crawled up his stomach where his nearly nonexistent fingernails clawed at his stubble and then eventually his hand found it's away in his dirty hair.

He would have to try very hard to remember to shower and shave later on. It always seems to escape him how much time has passed.

Jakob found himself at the start of T5, stepping out and glancing about at the gang-infested surroundings. At the moment he did he saw a perplexing amount of crimes happening and did nothing to stop it. Instead, he was thinking about where the nearest drug dealer might be.

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A few minutes later he found an overly crowded 1970’s theme whore house. It had girls hanging from the small balconies, topless and waving their boobs and hands his way. They tried to get his attention, but it was the group of men at the corner that had his mind focused as much to their dismay.

“I vant Bliss, how much I pay?” He said, already sporting a cred stick that probably wasn’t really his.

Instantly he had the men’s attention. They were all very nicely dressed, most smoking cigarettes, half of them wearing hats, the other half have slicked back their hair with some kind of oil based product. The leader had a pencil line mustache that moved with his upper lip as he scoffed and turned to the red metal armed man. “Depends. What kind of Bliss are you looking for?”

The very bored and very nonchalant look on Jakob’s face crept into surprised shock. “I did not know there are different grades!” He sounded excited.

The leader looked at his buddies with a smile and laughed, then moved over to Jakob’s side and threw an arm around the similarly sized Prime. “Of course, my friend. Bliss comes in all kinds of forms.” He smoothly turned him around to wave at the girls who blew kisses their way. “Bliss from sex.” He turned back to face his friends. “Bliss from friends.” He waved and one of them presented a leather-bound briefcase, opened it up and presented to Jakob a variety of several drugs and items. “Bliss from chemicals.”

“Dat one,” Jakob said, sounding decidedly determined. He then handed the man the cred stick. “How much?”

“Hear that boys? This is a man who knows what he wants.” The stranger said happily, laughing a bit. He pushed the card away though. “Cash, buddy. And it can all be yours. Who says money can't buy happiness, right?”