A Little Treat

[Keith]

"I trust your appetites are settled, dont forget to tell others."

Keith nodded and took the drugs from the dealer. The paper had both formulas written on the back. Yes, always keep something tangible as a formula on hand. Never know what opportunities would come your way. At least Keith knew the effects of these drugs and such.

He would have to thank Winters for being a test subject for these drugs and such. Plus Winters kinda owed him for the discount because the discount should apply to him as well.

"Are your appetites settled?"

Hopefully Winters' appetite was settled. Didn't need his consulting client to end up in the hospital for some OD. Not when Winters was starting his German restaurant. However, there was a possible consultation Keith could give Winters probably the next day.

Quickly, writing on the notepad, Keith would write down:

We should have another meeting, you can pick time and the place...

- Keith

He would fold up the paper. From there, Keith would pass by Winters and give the note to him. Then he would turn to the dealer, "pleasure doing business with you."

[Winters]

'Appetite'

"I trust your appetites are settled, dont forget to tell others."

Finally, it seemed that Keith was done with his own negotiations with the Dealer. Meh. Some strange black canister that was given to the 'blonde' in the group suddenly walked off---Wait. He was vaguely familiar. Damn! Can't remember where from, however.

Leaning, a little tiredly on a nearby wall, but the drugs still in effect, he raised his head, as the dealer addressed him as well..

"Are your appetites settled?"

"..F-For n-now.." He'd done enough sampling. After all, the dealer had just previously mentioned the warning of an Overdose, if he took one more, and.. he still had to patrol school.

Was about to write down on his notepad, but.. suddenly looked around, and saw that Keith had it. Oye. Almost forgot about that.

We should have another meeting, you can pick time and the place...

- Keith

Nodding slightly, his eyes reading it with a steady bit, he nodded again, as he looked at Keith, walking at him, nodded yet once more, and gently took his notepad back, and his pen.

Gingerly walking over to the dealer, he quickly scribbled something, got out his wallet, and put a slab of a quite a few dollars on it, and folded the letter around it, handing it to the dealer.

..The note would read to the dealer as such.

6 of the Yellow Canisters for $40 each, making $240.

2 of the Blue Canisters for $25 each, making $50.

3 of the Green Canisters for $25 each, making $75.

2 of the White Canisters for $25 each, making $50.

2 of the Red Canisters for $25 each, making $50.

For my pocket change, that'll cost me $465... and leave me with $11.

"pleasure doing business with you."

Ah.. looked like Keith was leaving. Mm. Alright then. Jonathan was in a.. you might say 'thoughtful' mood. Didn't really want to say anything right now. So, all he did was nod at the dealer now.

Wallet felt quite light now.