The stoner laughs heartily and rolls onto his back, looking up at the ceiling as he lets out a satisfied sigh. "Fair enough," he says between chuckles. "But don't forget, I know how to find you if I ever need another fix." He winks at you, his expression turning more serious for a moment before he breaks into another laugh.

"Anyway, you should probably get back out there and find some more clients," he adds with a nod towards the exit. "

As you exit the abandoned warehouse and rejoin the bustle of the alleyway, you can't help but feel a sense of accomplishment mixed with the familiar ache in your muscles. The stoner dude may not have been the safest or most respectful client, but at least he paid well enough for what he got. Now it's time to find another mark, preferably someone more willing to treat you right...or at least leave some change for the night.