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Michael and Mavis exchanged a quick toast with each other as the next round of drinks came in, and the talk of the business turned for the profit. “Smart one, huh? I’m alright with some good business.”

Turning the glass back more Michael tried his best to stomach the disgust he felt. The alcohol stung the back of his throat and he let a slow groan come from his throat somewhere as Mavis pulled a little blue baggie from his stuffed pockets.

“We’ve only got a little here right now, you want a sample before a purchase?” Mavis’ grin revealed a row of rather irreparable teeth at the sight of the woman in Ratter’s lap: some sick bastards liked to watch.

Michael put his arms around the top of the booth as the baggie went onto the table and Mavis wrapped his fat fingers around the neck of a beer bottle. “I’m sure you’ll like this though, you look like a girl who knows her poison ah-ha? Yeah.”

The two men laughed at one another, with Michael rolling his eyes and letting his gaze go from the Taihjan to other people around the club.