"Hey babe." Avery's attention turned to the sound of a male's voice. As she turned, the sun shone right into her eyes blocking her vision and causing the person to look like a silhouette. She pulled her hand up above her eyes in order to shield them from the sun and to get a better look. However, her double vision wasn't very aiding in that regard. "How much you got?" The person came closer which allowed Avery to turn and actually see.
He was handsome, very handsome. And he looked rather familiar. She was pretty sure she had seen him around the trailer park a few times at least. Beyond that, she wasn't really sure who he was. Yet it seemed that he was about to offer something, and she wasn't going to ignore it. His question did have her wondering what was coming next.
Although she wasn't too sure about what he meant at first, it was cleared up with what he said after that. "You give me what you got and I can get you some cheap blow, I've got some back at my house.". She wasn't sure whether to trust him or not. She wanted to. She wanted to get to know him. She wasn't sure why really, but she knew she did. First of all, she definitely wanted that blow. Second, she figured it was partially because she was dying to get back out there and not just sit around high and holed up in her trailer. A habit she grew onto after her eighteenth birthday.
She needed something reckless, and this looked like that was the perfect opportunity. It had been too long, but she needed the blow first and foremost. Small beads of sweat decorated her forehead, but she was shivering. Avery wiped her forehead with the back of her hand while licking her lips a little. "I'll give you what I've got. But I want to see the stuff first." She said flatly. She wasn't going to mess around this time around. Not after having her first connection completely fail on her.
"You scare off all the girls you fuck?" The sound of someone's voice caught him completely off guard. To hell with any witnesses, Grey spun around and aimed his gun in the direction of the voice. When he saw who he was pointing at he froze there for a moment. it was his neighbor. Buffy. You'd think for a neighbor he would at least recognize her voice a little, but they rarely talked. He wasn't about getting into family issues much, anyway, and that's what her life seemed to revolve around. At least from what he could tell.
"Shut up. I didn't fuck her, and even if I did it shouldn't matter to you. It's none of your business anyways. Run off and go play flying-fists with your fucking family or something. I don't need you in my fucking way." He snarled, lowering the gun and putting the safety back on it. He took a final drag of his cigarette before clipping it and saving the rest for later. Reaching into his coat he pulled out a joint.
His high was just getting continuously worse and worse by all of the little shit he could care less about. What bothered him though, was that it was ruining his high! And really giving him a headache. However, something tugged inside of him that this girl could probably give him a fun time. More than the last one at least. He lit up the joint, taking a big puff before closing his eyes for a bit longer than a standard blink. Letting the smoke flow out of his nose, he held the joint out in her direction. His way of trying to share.
Opening his eyes and scanning his surroundings for anyone that may have seen him pull his gun out, he let out a small breath when the coast was clear. Looking at Buffy, he couldn't figure out why she was making him feel soft. But he wasn't comfortable with it, and he wasn't about to let himself go soft. He needed to do something reckless. "How about a little fun?" He asked, and kind of hinted at an apology for the low-blow, but really didn't think much past it. He was more focused on trying for something stupid.