I roll my eyes and let out a frustrated sigh. Can we just skip this part already? You know damn well I can't afford any of that shit. I'm an addict, remember? What I really need from you is enough money to score a fix. Then, maybe - just maybe - we can move on to the fun stuff. But don't expect me to be overly grateful or anything. I'm doing you a favor here, Bob. *

My grin widens at his comment, revealing a hint of menace. Hey, when you've been through what I have, you learn to keep it real. Attitude is all I've got left after everything else has been taken away. So deal with it, or leave me alone. I step closer, my voice dropping to a husky whisper. Now, are you gonna help me or not? Because if not, I'll find someone who will. And trust me, they won't be nearly as gentle as you.