Maverick returned from a side room within the apartment, Scales and a small plastic lunch bag scrunched up in his fist. He took a floor seat next to the centre coffee table.

He unravelled his balled fist and revealed a baggie filled with white glass shards, “Look away Hunter, I know you hate this shit,” he said as he began to divide the baggie into smaller bags.

Why would you say that in front of everyone? I thought to myself.

Diane rose from the dead, stumbled over towards Maverick and began slobbering on his neck like a hungry ghoul. “You haven’t paid rent this week.” She whispered into his ear.

“I know.” whispered Maverick, “But I need to get my brother his coin.”

“Can you stop doing that in front of us!? It’s fuckin’ disgusting!” Alice bellowed, stepping up and leaving the room.

“Shut up!” Diane replied, straightening up her shirt.

‘I’m with her on that one.’ I thought to myself.

Carlore packed another cone into his bong and went to pass it to me.

I held my hand up as a shield,“I’m good thanks.”

Carlore multi blinked and then pressed the barrel of the bong against his lips before pulling the lighter trigger.

Mike found himself a seat on the couch that was previously occupied by Winton and Bando. “Give us a cone after you bro.”

Carlore ripped the cone piece out and inhaled the last shotgun blast of smoke before placing it down and coughing up a storm.

He went to pass the bong to Carlore but accidentally dropped it and caused spillage all along the already heavily stained carpet.

“Cunt!” Diane cursed, picking the bong up, “That’s the last of that!”

“Wait what? Why? When?” Carlore asked in a daze.

Diane passed the bong over to Mike before slapping Carlore across the face, “You stupid runt! You’re just like your father!”

Carlore grabbed his mothers hand and shoved it away, before rising and grabbing his bong back.

Diane attempted to wrestle the bong back off of her son but he fended her off with ease. Placing the now empty bong inside his graffiti tagged backpack and packing up his chop.

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“Alright then, you can leave too! All of you! Alice! You! Dennis! All of you can go fuck off and find your own place to live!” Diane yelled in Carlore’s face.

Mike's pitbull began to go off his nut at the anger protruding from Diane’s soul. Mike swiftly whistled, and the dog calmed down.

Carlore slung his backpack over his shoulder and made way for the front door, followed by Alice who had also packed a bag.

Diane flinched a tad, “Yeah? Alright then! Just abandon your own mother after all I’ve done for you! Ungrateful pricks!”

“Don’t worry about them.” Maverick said to Diane.

‘I wouldn't worry about them, I'd worry about her.’ I thought to myself.

“Are you selling?” Mike asked Maverick.

“Yeah man, fifty bucks a point.” Maverick replied, putting a portion inside a bag.

“Bank transfer?” Mike asked, opening his phone.

Maverick revealed his phone; a warehouse android with a power bank taped to the back permanently charging it.

“Shit, that’s some alien weaponry shit right there.” laughed Mike.

Maverick ignored him and passed him his phone so Mike could take down the bank details. The exchange was made and Mike slid the baggie behind his phone case.

“You can smoke up here if you want.” Maverick told Mike, as Diane started warming her vessel.

‘You fuckin idiot that’s my money!’ I thought to myself.

“Oh shit, I was supposed to get you to transfer to my brother.” Maverick said, checking his bank. He saw that he only had one portion left. Held it in his hand and watched as Diane warmed the vessel.

“Do you wanna buy another?” Maverick offered Mike.

Mike shook his head, “Nah my wives already on my ass about it. I’ll get thrown out if I do.”

“C'mon man you already bought one, you might as well have two.” Maverick insisted, placing the rock on the table.

I could spot the way Mike's face twitched that he really wanted that spare rock. I never smoked the shit but even I knew fifty bucks for a point was a bargain too good to miss for a fiend.

Mike went back to his phone, “What’s your bank there chief?”

“Mine?” I asked.

“Yeah.” He confirmed, fingers locked on his internet banking dial.

I told him my bank account and he made the transaction. Luckily for me the transaction went through instantly and I now had gas to get home.

I looked up from my phone and watched Maverick pass his last rock to Mike, who placed it in the same bag as his other one.

I felt a severe chill run down the back of my neck. ‘I gotta get the fuck outta here.’ I said mentally, riding to my feet and patting Maverick on the back. “I’ll see you round man.”

Maverick looked up at me, as Diane passed the pipe over to Mike. “What you’re heading off?”

“Yeah man, I gotta get back.” I confirmed, stepping towards the door.

“I’ll walk you to your car.” Maverick offered, standing from the ground.

“Yeah, alright.” I agreed, leaving the flat for good.

I walked down the steps, round to the back door, outside and down the footpath leading to the carport. Pushed through the bedsheets and then I saw it.

It being the complete and utter absence of my car. Oil stain visible on the pavement and all.

“Where the fucks my car, Mav.” I asked, trying not to flip my shit.

“I have no idea.” Maverick insisted, touching my shoulder.

“Bullshit! Where the fuck is it man!” I cursed, throwing my keys.

“I don’t know man, I’m just as clueless as you are!” he promised.

“It was one of your addict friends wasn’t it!” I spat at him.

“Nah man, you can ask them!” Maverick replied, picking my keys up.

I pinched my frown, “Gee, man I'd really love to do that except for the fact they all left here ages ago!”

It seemed I had Maverick stumped. The silence was deafening.

“Call them up.” I ordered.

“I left my phone upstairs.” Maverick replied.

“Well fuck. We’ll go up there and call them then won’t we?” I said, beginning to lead the way.