work.”
Shawn spent the next three or so hours discreetly meeting with various clients who were interested in the contents of his briefcase. He met them in various rooms across various halls on various floors. Each customer was just as satisfied as the last with the great quality of cocaine they purchased. Shawn knew he had them hooked as he stuffed the briefcase with hundreds of dollars each time it was opened. Before he knew it, the night’s end was nigh and he ran into Dr. Daniels once more when he entered the large banquet hall around ten o’clock.
“Hey, Shawn!” she asked drearily, “How’d things go?”
“Pretty great, I think I’ve seen everyone I need to see by now.”
“Oh yeah,” Dr. Daniels said, “There’s one more person. Remember I told you about this guy named Eric Pitts. He’s wearing a green shirt in the study room on the east wing.”
Shawn thanked her for the tip and quickly made it up to the east wing. When he got to the study room, he noticed a man of the same height as him wearing a dark green shirt, boots, a cowboy hat.
“Eric Pitts?” Shawn asked.
The man turned around.
“I’m Eric,” the man said while shaking Shawn’s hand. “I’m a banker ‘round these parts. Heard you got the best powder in town.”
“That’s right,” Shawn boasted.
“Well I’m looking for a nice line of toot!”
“I’ve got it right here,” Shawn said as he pointed to his briefcase.
“Ohh,” the man dressed in cowboy clothes told him, “I gotta be a bit more secretive than that. How ‘bout we meet in the restroom down the hall?”
Shawn agreed and they headed out of the study room and into a restroom along the east wing. Shawn entered the restroom first followed by Eric Pitts. Pitts then locked the door. While Shawn was getting ready to enter his combination and open the briefcase, Pitts pushed him up to the wall. Using his arm, he pinned Shawn against the wall.
“What the fuck!?” Shawn said as he attempted to push the man’s arms away.
“Goddamn you!” Pitts growled. “You been takin’ my customers away from me! This is my town, I sell toot in here!”
“Apparently your shit is shit!” Shawn said angrily, still attempting to push Pitts off of him.
“This is your warning, you son of a bitch! Don’t be selling caine in my house!” Pitts yelled.
“Nobody cares about you or that baking soda you were selling, you dumbass,” Shawn said.
Pitts grabbed Shawn and pushed him away from the wall. He unlocked the door, made his exit, and slammed it behind him.
“Whoa,” is all Shawn thought as he looked into the mirror and adjusted his sweater vest. Thankfully, Pitts didn’t take his briefcase. So he picked it up, brushed himself off, and left the restroom while Pitts was nowhere to be found.
Shawn made his way back into the banquet hall where he found Dr. Daniels, drinking with a female friend.
“Laura, come here!” Shawn said, minutes after the incident.
Dr. Daniels turned around, got out of her seat located near the bar area, and approached Shawn.
“What’s up?” she asked.
“Eric Pitts! Who the fuck is that?” Shawn asked. “That motherfucker pinned me against the wall and said this was his territory.”
“Wait, what?”
“He told me he use to sell shit here. Did you know that!?”
“I didn’t know! I’ve never purchased anything from him. I swear, Shawn, I had nothing to do with that. I didn’t know. Someone else told me about him.”
“At first I was thinking maybe you set me up,” Shawn said with a sign of relief.
“Hell no,” Dr. Daniels said. “I once heard about a guy who was selling white pony here a while back. It was known as ‘toot’ then. I never learned his name but I heard his product was shitty. I didn’t know it was the same guy.”
“Well he was a fucking maniac! He definitely had a few screws loose.”
“You’re still going to stay here, right? That guy sounds like nothing but bluff”
“Hell no, he’s not
Shawn spent the next three or so hours discreetly meeting with various clients who were interested in the contents of his briefcase. He met them in various rooms across various halls on various floors. Each customer was just as satisfied as the last with the great quality of cocaine they purchased. Shawn knew he had them hooked as he stuffed the briefcase with hundreds of dollars each time it was opened. Before he knew it, the night’s end was nigh and he ran into Dr. Daniels once more when he entered the large banquet hall around ten o’clock.
“Hey, Shawn!” she asked drearily, “How’d things go?”
“Pretty great, I think I’ve seen everyone I need to see by now.”
“Oh yeah,” Dr. Daniels said, “There’s one more person. Remember I told you about this guy named Eric Pitts. He’s wearing a green shirt in the study room on the east wing.”
Shawn thanked her for the tip and quickly made it up to the east wing. When he got to the study room, he noticed a man of the same height as him wearing a dark green shirt, boots, a cowboy hat.
“Eric Pitts?” Shawn asked.
The man turned around.
“I’m Eric,” the man said while shaking Shawn’s hand. “I’m a banker ‘round these parts. Heard you got the best powder in town.”
“That’s right,” Shawn boasted.
“Well I’m looking for a nice line of toot!”
“I’ve got it right here,” Shawn said as he pointed to his briefcase.
“Ohh,” the man dressed in cowboy clothes told him, “I gotta be a bit more secretive than that. How ‘bout we meet in the restroom down the hall?”
Shawn agreed and they headed out of the study room and into a restroom along the east wing. Shawn entered the restroom first followed by Eric Pitts. Pitts then locked the door. While Shawn was getting ready to enter his combination and open the briefcase, Pitts pushed him up to the wall. Using his arm, he pinned Shawn against the wall.
“What the fuck!?” Shawn said as he attempted to push the man’s arms away.
“Goddamn you!” Pitts growled. “You been takin’ my customers away from me! This is my town, I sell toot in here!”
“Apparently your shit is shit!” Shawn said angrily, still attempting to push Pitts off of him.
“This is your warning, you son of a bitch! Don’t be selling caine in my house!” Pitts yelled.
“Nobody cares about you or that baking soda you were selling, you dumbass,” Shawn said.
Pitts grabbed Shawn and pushed him away from the wall. He unlocked the door, made his exit, and slammed it behind him.
“Whoa,” is all Shawn thought as he looked into the mirror and adjusted his sweater vest. Thankfully, Pitts didn’t take his briefcase. So he picked it up, brushed himself off, and left the restroom while Pitts was nowhere to be found.
Shawn made his way back into the banquet hall where he found Dr. Daniels, drinking with a female friend.
“Laura, come here!” Shawn said, minutes after the incident.
Dr. Daniels turned around, got out of her seat located near the bar area, and approached Shawn.
“What’s up?” she asked.
“Eric Pitts! Who the fuck is that?” Shawn asked. “That motherfucker pinned me against the wall and said this was his territory.”
“Wait, what?”
“He told me he use to sell shit here. Did you know that!?”
“I didn’t know! I’ve never purchased anything from him. I swear, Shawn, I had nothing to do with that. I didn’t know. Someone else told me about him.”
“At first I was thinking maybe you set me up,” Shawn said with a sign of relief.
“Hell no,” Dr. Daniels said. “I once heard about a guy who was selling white pony here a while back. It was known as ‘toot’ then. I never learned his name but I heard his product was shitty. I didn’t know it was the same guy.”
“Well he was a fucking maniac! He definitely had a few screws loose.”
“You’re still going to stay here, right? That guy sounds like nothing but bluff”
“Hell no, he’s not
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