Buffy didn't even flinch when he pointed the gun at her, she wasn't scared of him like she had a feeling she probably should be. It wasn't the first time or even the second time she'd had a gun pointed at her. There was a time when she'd had a gun and debated killing Tony and her father, until Tony found her gun and beat the shit out of her for having it.
"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 practically growled and she raised a brow as she felt pure rage race through her veins. Her jaw clenched, she hated that he knew what went on behind closed doors, she hid it for the most part and was good at it, but it was hard to hid when his bedroom window faced hers.
She wanted to run over to him and punch him in the God damn face, however she stayed unmoving. She was close enough to him to tell he was on something, but far enough away she'd have to take a few steps forward to close the space between them. She watched him trying to will herself to walk away and talk herself what she was about to do. There was something about him though as he took a drag off his joint that drew her into him. She watched him loosing her anger a bit before, he opened his eyes and she remember that she was pissed at him as he held the joint out in her direction almost as if to apologize.
Is he fucking serious? I'm not every other bitch he fucks. she thought bitterly.
"How about a little fun?" he asked and she smirked, what she was going to do to him was going to be fun for her. She crossed the way over to him taking the joint from him keeping her deep blues eyes fixed on his eyes. She took a long drag off the joint, releasing perfectly practiced O shaped smoke from her lips, before dropping the joint.
"Opps." she breathed seductively an apologetic pout on her lips. She wrapped an arm around his neck leaning in close so her lips were a breath away from his, never breaking contact. She was a master when it came to the game of seduction knew how to keep guys interested. The fingertips of her free hand traced his arm slowly, teasingly she pulled back when she reached his wrist, before punching him in the stomach and stepping away.
"Fuck you, at least my dad didn't commit suicide you piece of shit." she spat harshly. "Don't pretend to know anything about my family." she said slipping past him then and continuing towards the bar, she had a pretty good feeling he'd follow her.
He could already tell she didn't quite trust him, not that he blamed her hell he'd just robbed a liquor store. Still, he was honestly probably more reliable then her dealer. His shit was always good, because all the people he bought from weren't dealers, that laced their shit with cheaper stuff to get more money. His stuff was always fresh and pure because he bought it straight from the distributors. When he life could be at steak because of something someone had put into the drug that wasn't supposed to be there, he didn't play thoes games.
"I'll give you what I've got. But I want to see the stuff first." She said flatly and he nodded. He didn't deal often, but when he did, his prices were fairly cheap and his drugs were better then most dealers.
"Alright, follow me." he said simply. He didn't look back to see if she followed him and he didn't talk much, just made his way back to his house. His bedroom window was still open and so he slipped inside and set the bag of stolen goods on his desk next to a bunch of empty beer cans. He went back over to the window. "You can come in if you want or if your scared I'm going to murder you be my guest and stay out there." he said plainly.
He made his way over to his bedroom door locking it, because he absolutely hated when people could just walk in. He didn't pay attention to whether or not she came into his bedroom. He went about emptying his pockets of all the snacks he'd stolen, before popping open a brand new bottle of whisky from the paper bag and taking a huge swig. He never even flinched as it burned down his throat. He whipped his mouth with his arm and had honestly almost forgotten anyone was there as he turned up his music. However it wasn't as loud as it had been earlier, just loud enough that if Pricilla or Andrea decided to ease drop they wouldn't be able to hear.
He opened his neatly organized drawer with an array of drugs. He pulled out several small baggies lining them up as he glanced to her with a wicked smirk. "I got your designer drug, your blow, dope, oxycontin, or if you wanna go a little old school and trip I've got a little Lucy in the sky." she said with a smirk as he glanced up to her. "If you still think I'm so shit head, I'll let you test a little out." he said like it wasn't a big deal.