Thread: The Spider and the Fly (Lydia Only, 6/30)

Biting his lip, Jack reaches under the couch and pulls out a cigar box. He dips inside wothout ever fully opening the lid and deftly produces a pack of menthol Kools. He hands it to her, replacing the spot the cigarette pack occupied with the pill bottle.

"Shoulda just said what you were looking for first." he chuckles before sliding thr box back under the couch.

"I know what youre thinking. But the cigarette box is less suspicious than a little white baggy." he rubs the back of his head, wincing slightly before he continues. "That's PURE. So take it serious. It's the only uncut stuff i saved after i mixed and diluted it into some real street grade garbage shit." He glances to a table near the couch, sighing momentarily.

"It's on the house, for my little... Freakout... I had. Just leave my name out of it and we might be able to work it out in the future, K?"

He smiles back at her, relieved that she doesn't seem to hold a grudgr about the altercation.

Jack smiles, listening to her. He nods when she mentions him possibly being a good friend.

"I can be, yep. You be safe tonight." He says, as he plops down on the couch and tilts his head back to look at the ceiling. "I've got a lot to think about."