Therapy over
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-Melancholy-Tea- 
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29.04.2022
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-Melancholy-Tea-[OP]
29.04.2022 23:54
LinkGonna pick up food and then go watch sunny š
What kind of food? šš
Also if we were to rp- what kind would we do?
No please, I promise Iāll be good.
Alright, take your time.
Humph fine just five minutes in the time out corner-
What ocs might you be interested in using
How bout.. two minutes? Two minutes and Iāll be behave. š„ŗ
Ahh- probably Beto? The guyās all Iāve been thinking about lately to be frank.
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BETO!!!!!!!!! OKAY YEAH YEAH OKAY LEMME THINK OKAY DONT LEAVE
I'm sorry to use my bbg so often- But
I kinds wanna introduce ya to a little alternative personality she has
And I was thinking maybe Beto meets her doing some sketchy bizz behind where he works- and of course she's high off her mind
Ooh aight I see- Itās fine if you wanna use her, Iām sorry I disappeared though-
Whoās gonna start it off then?
Would you rather it take place behind his casino or just when heās just leaving his office?
*one rather cool evening just when the sun had started to set and before all of the customers arrived a car pulled up at the casino. A brunet who might as well have owned the building stepped out of the car with a few of his men just to pick up about more than half of the cash the owner earned. The man glanced around cautiously scanning his surroundings before starting to make his way toward the place with a small sigh, just looking at the place was draining*
Now now, with the evenings cold breeze two complete strangers in dark thick clothes met up on the side of the casino, one petite with messy pink hair the same shade of bubblegum and another who stood almost two feet taller than the door with creamy orange hair the length reaching to his knees. The two of them seemed to be arguing about something before the tall man grabbed the wrist of the small girl and forced three bags of an unknown substance into her hands.
Beto: *for only a split second he hesitated to continue on to talk to that tiresome owner, not because owner boy was stubborn or disobedient but he always seemed to stutter whenever he came through the doors but he couldnāt place his finger on why exactly, it wasnāt that big of a deal and yet his mind decided to make it one. Before he could get any closer to those front doors he noticed the two figures on the side of his building and only then did he hear their arguing, he couldnāt make out any words from being pretty far away but their body language said it all. He slowly began to pat at his suit checking for his gun before making his way toward the side of the casino for a closer inspection, it wasnāt hard to guess this was some sorta drug trade, heās.. been in the business before after all*
-The moment the orange haired guy saw someone approaching he bolted, leaving the tiny girl on the floor to gather what heād dropped, her hands were shaking and anyone could tell that she was crying just from the noises that escaped her mouth, her eyes were bloodshot and her body was swollen, something told Beto that sheād probably been high for a little..too long..the skin on her forearms where she shot up such drugs was flaky and dried blood covered the edges. She seemed to be angrily counting the bags, too busy to notice him -
Beto: *he cursed under his breath when the other person ran away before he could identify the face, at this point he was going to be late with meeting the owner but well itās best to take care of an issue if itās gonna scare off costumers. Beto finally took out his gun with a huff, patting one of the tall men behind him on the chest with the back of his hand without making eye contact as if saying to stay out of his way and the men knew that gesture all too well. Beto took a few steps closer still keeping his distance and rather harshly asked something he already knew the answer to* The hell are you doing by my casino?
Karma: -she looked back at the man in confusion, a better look at her and it was clear this could've been going on for months. She was dressed in a midnight blue dress and heels, something you wouldn't wear just for a walk out, her hair was cut choppily and messy, and the zipper on her dress was pulled halfway up, signs of a rush. She looked up at him, then at the gun and shoved the drugs in her pocket, grazing her swollen puss filled arms on the fabric and wincing rather loudly- "N-No wait! I-Im sor-sorry! I-ill leave I'll leave!"
Beto: *and the man didnāt have to look long, the woman was a mess from what heād seen. He was going to say something about her obvious addiction but he really was one to talk with the things he did- Beto suddenly paused for a moment before he clicking his tongue in annoyance, noticing the loud talking coming from the front of the building. He walked up to her giving a more harsh kind of glance* I suggest you pause before I actually do pull the trigger.
Karma: -she quickly raised her hands in surrender, a single baggie flying out of her pocket with the force qnd speed of her hands moving up, her eyes darting to the bag and then back up at the man with the gun. Weighing her options she dropped her head in guilt and stayed put, whimpering in pain, desperately needing another fix-
Beto: *it was as if he knew exactly what she was thinking at that moment, either she was easy to read or heād become sharp enough to drive himself crazy. mightāve been the first option, he knew he wasnāt good enough for the second. Now that he knew her face he just needed to know the facial features of the dealer since he needed a warning not to go selling near his establishments. This fine woman was going to help him too once he got what he needed done, he was already running late to pick up his cash and this little detour was long enough to let guests arrive while he was still around* say..maāam, how many of those have you had this month? *he finally spoke in a slightly lower tone while raising a brow, not wanting to draw any attention to them*