Snippet #2718312

"Big talk from the kid who's barely allowed outside as it is. Are you sure you don't want to run crying to your dad about how mean the people on the other side of the street are? I know this must be too much for you." The Stargos were very much the new kids on the block, and they would have to prove themselves far more before she began to so much as entertain the idea of taking them seriously. The sensation of a pistol pressed against her spine from where it rested in the waistband of her jeans was a dangerous reassurance as it was, and made her even more inclined to dismiss he and his friends as the outsiders she'd always seen them as.

"You're lucky someone over here hasn't killed you yet, or that one of your customers hasn't gotten pissed and stabbed the kid keeping them from their next hit. Hell, I would have already." That was Valsi, the Lethan Twi'lek whose skin erred on the darker side of red, nearly maroon. He was only a year or two older than Keira, but unlike Xander she didn't have to pay her friends to stick around.

"Where did you even get the drugs from, anyway? Not like you can even tell the difference between ryll and glitterstim. Do you even know what the hell you're selling?" Sola chimed in next, the female Mirialan who stood at her right, opposite of Valsi. Out of the three of them she appeared to be the least impressed, looking almost bored with the present scenario.

Despite their harsh words none of them set foot across the lines as they had been drawn, each wholly aware of the consequences should any territory be breached. They might have all just been kids, but none of them were careless enough to incite conflict over one rivalry that was taken far more seriously than it ought to have been. This was just their own way of posturing and establishing dominance, and it rarely escalated into anything beyond that.

"Why don't you do the smart thing for once and fuck off? We both know I could kick your ass anyway." And there was the main difference between Ticon and Stargo. Whereas Zev endeavored to pass on to his kids some air of refinement in the realm of the underworld, the Ticon children were highly encouraged to become independent at a young age, being able to mostly function by themselves on the streets. That didn't, however, mean she was allowed to carry a gun, but details were just that, and better left out of the equation.

"Take a hint, funtihruo. Your dad never wanted you around, and neither do we."