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appearance mirrored that of a rodent. Her small nose probably attributed to it. Although the weather was warm, she was wearing a long sweatshirt that bared one shoulder, where a black bra strap was visible. The sweatshirt was so long that he wasn't sure if she was wearing any type of bottoms. Her freshly shaved legs somehow shimmered in the dim light of his house. The outfit was capped off with a pair of pink flip-flops. She was too skinny for Scar's taste, but he could do something with it, if he so desired.
    Scar wasn't exactly dressed for visitors, though he never cared what wardrobe he had on, as long as he was functional. He wore a tight black tank top that accentuated his pectoral muscles. He was also sporting a pair of maroon athletic shorts with the Texas A&M logo sewn on the lower left side. His shoulder length dirty blonde hair was pulled back into a ponytail, and his face had the stubble look that he thought made him look both attractive and feared.
    He scratched at that stubble while looking over Jenny May. “So, how much money you got?”
    “Um, I got...fifty, no...sixty bucks.”
    “And how much do you want?”
    Jenny May was extremely nervous. She gulped so loud it practically echoed. “Half, please.”
    “Half a gram? Alright, let me see what I got.”
    Going into his bedroom and flipping on the light switch, he stopped for a moment, trying to recall where he hid the narcotic. He noticed that two of three light bulbs were out on his ceiling fan, and it made his bedroom all the more dim and depressing. His bed was king-sized, though the comforter and sheets were both plain black. No one had ever truly shared the bed with him. Sure, he recycled through women like newspaper, but he had never had one dependable and strong woman to come home to. Smirking in the depths of his brain, he didn’t want that anyway.
    The walls were bare, with no decorations throughout the room, besides a picture of his smiling nephew on his wooden dresser. He kept things minimal. Gaudy and flashy wasn't his style. Scar was a practical man, and he saw no reason to garnish a room that had no purpose other than sleeping and fucking.
    Remembering where he put his drugs, Scar placed his gun on his nightstand beside his bed to look through its drawer. He dug through unopened condoms and rolling papers before pulling out a half gram of yellow-colored crunched-up crystal meth in a small ziplock bag. Currently, it was the hottest type of meth in Texas and Louisiana, but what he had was a cheap knockoff one of his men found being sold in Sunnyvale. He usually kept a small amount of cheap product handy for any woman who might want to take a bump, usually in exchange for them to be more deviant and slutty in the bedroom. Not like he needed any help getting laid, but it made things a lot easier. He used to partake in meth in his younger days, but stopped cold turkey nine years ago. That was the time his nephew was born. It was no coincidence; he knew that cleaning up his life would be a necessity to ensure a good upbringing for the boy. His nephew meant that much to him.
    Scar quickly blocked out the thoughts of his nephew as he walked into the living room, with the bag of meth dangling from his fingertips. “Now, I'm gonna tell you again. I am not a drug dealer. You want meth? You buy it from the same people you always get it from. You don't come back here, got it?”
    “I only came here because Tasha says you carry the best stuff for yourself. She says the stuff you give her is the shit.”
    I gave Tasha some shitty knockoffs too. I swear, these kids nowadays...
    “Yeah, this is good shit,” fibbed Scar. “You got the money?”
    “Oh, yeah.” Jenny May quickly produced $60 from her small purse. “This should cover a half, right?”
    Scar sarcastically sighed as he grabbed the cash from the girl's tiny hand. “This amount here is worth a bill.”
    Her eyebrows raised so high that he was sure they were flying off of her forehead.