Snippet #1834175

Reiner

Where oh were would a druggie be... Reiner frowned. He didn't know much about her other than she was a rebel, drank, smoked, dabbled in drugs.. and then their was always occasional nasty rumor. But words are fickle things. The bell for class rang as he strode towards the old gym. Skirting around the hedges, Reiner made his way around the side, and to the back of the building. Almost immediately he smelled the marijuana. He found them a little ways along. This was the stoners, the dopers, the burnouts territory. Their "sanctuary." It was almost guaranteed he'd find some of them here.

Indeed he did- a trio of pot smokers, lazily passing a joint between them as they sat in the dust. "Hey." Reiner said, leaning against the chain-link fence across from them. The kids didn't reply, giving him a listless look and huffing out more smoke. He watched the smoke drift from their lips slowly. How rude.

"Hey. I was talking to you." Reiner shrugged himself off the fence, crossing the small divide between him and the center boy. The boy taking the most drags. He came to a halt in front of the underclassmen, the boy squinted up at him. "...Yeah?" He said slowly, blowing out more smoke. "You got any idea where I can find Izzie?" The kid shot him a curious glance at her name, and took another drag. "... Why?" "I got business with her." Reiner's reply was curt, the kid was pissing him off. Fucking pot heads. Smelled like shit. "Know where she is or not?" I know you do, you little shit. "Maybe." The boy said just as slowly, a slow grin working onto his face. ""That is.. -if you've got something for me." Reiner's fingers twitched. Oh I got something for you. Matching the kid's annoying smile, Reiner lifted his foot- shoving it into the sitting boy's chest, and slamming the kid against the wall behind him. A lesson. Respect your elders, darling. Reiner grinned down, grinding his heel into the slumped boy. "How about you tell me where she is, and in return... I'll allow you to continue smoking. Fair enough?" The kid coughed, unable to push out from under Reiner's weight. His "friends" had scampered off. "The fuck..?!" The kid moaned, dull eyes glaring up into his own. A cocky smile. "Fucker." The boy laughed. A wheezing sound. "Fuck you talkn bout? You can't stop me smoking." Reiner put more weight on the boy's chest, his eyes locked on the distance between his shoe and the kid's face. "Ever tried sucking a joint through split lips?" "Alright, alright! Just get off!" Reiner let up somewhat, waiting as the kid coughed some more. "She.. She's most likely over there.." He waved his hand in the direction of the west wing of the gym. "She likes it in there. Donno why. I find it creep-" Reiner stepped off the boy roughly, turning to leave. Simple enough. You could have saved yourself the trouble. "Bastard." the kid muttered, rubbing his chest.

He walked back around to the front, and into the west wing of the gym. Dusty. And old. He walked slowy, trying to make as little sound as possible. Don't want to scare away the birds just yet... "love is a weakness, lust conquers all...cross my heart and hope to die..." The singing echoed over to him from around a wall. Reiner smiled. How ironic... Rounding the wall, he found her sitting against it, earbuds in and a notebook in her lap. "Place isn't too bad." He remarked, dropping his bag and taking a seat beside her. Casually, as if it was completely normal. He pulled a bottle of water and a snack bar from his bag. "Your pot friends are nice," He peeled open the wrapper, sighing; "but now I've got the munchies..." Reiner offered Izzie a piece of the bar in his hands. His face relaxed, almost bored, as one might expect a old friend's expression to be. As if he'd known her for far longer than a few seconds. "Want some?"