“Who you gettin' this stuff from?” The man asks.

“An introduction would be nice. Fuck…” Taylor responds.

“The name is Jesse. Just tell us what we need to know.” He says.

“Fuck. I don't know man.” Taylor says. “The dude's anonymous. He contacted me.” Taylor answers.

“We don't care about that. Next time he contacts you, let us know. We'd like to make an order.” He says.

“Then we're going to have to talk about the broker fee I guess…” Taylor says, attempting to negotiate.

“Fuck, you think you have any right to say anything? Do you know who we are, my dude?” The man says with disbelief.

“Ugh… Who are you?” Taylor responds.

“Fuckin' asshole. We're the Demon Heart gang.” The man says.

“Fuckin' seriously?” Daryl exclaims in surprise. “Do you guys know Dice?” He asks.

“Dice? In Backwater City?” The man says in surprise. “How do you guys know that dude?” He asks.

“He's an old friend.” Daryl says with a smile. “We previously got into some trouble with him earlier. We kind of intruded in some of their territory.” Daryl says with an awkward laughter.

“Then how the fuck is he your friend?” He says with a mean laugh. “So what? Do you guys want a courtesy cut of the deal? Why would we do that?” The man says rhetorically.

“Yeah, I mean, it would be nice…” Taylor responds.

“You know what, fuck you guys. I'm going to give him a call.” The man says as he takes out his cell phone.

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“What?” A voice calls out with displeasure.

“Yo, there's some kids here. They say they know you and want a courtesy cut of our deal.” The man says.

“What? How do they know me?” The man asks.

“Says they intruded in your territory a while back.” The man responds.

“Oh. Those kids. Is it coke?” The voice asks.

“Nah, it's something new. It removes the burnout from drugs and alcohol.” He responds.

“Ah, okay. Just let them have it. But don't give them too much. They have to learn a little respect from our last run-in.” The voice says.

“Aight. Whatever.” The man says before hanging up.

“I guess you guys get a cut. 10%. No negotiation. Just make sure to contact us when the deal is happening.” He says.

…

…

Daryl and Taylor waited a while to make their lie believable.

“Yo, we received contact. How much do you want? It could take a while depending on how much.” Daryl says.

“How much can we get? And what's the price? From what I've seen, you guys have been selling this stuff too cheaply.” The voice says from the phone.

“They set the price. They weren't sure about demand. Not sure these guys know how it goes down on the streets.” Daryl responds, trying to sound cool. “But now that they know that people are looking for it – obviously the price has gone up.” He says, curious how much farther the price can go. “They gave us the go ahead to negotiate it.” He says.

“Well, is there a limit on supply?” The man asks.

“No, but this shit takes a while to make. You better start small.” Daryl answers.

“Fuck. Fine. A thousand bottles. Is it doable?” The man asks.

“It's doable. But that should take like 3-4 months to make. And we need some to sell for ourselves so I'm not sure how it will work out.” He responds.

“Fuck. That's slow as fuck. And why should we let you sell on our territory anyway?” The voice says from the phone.

“Well, fuck. We don't have to, but you're going to have to increase our share.” Daryl responds. “We can't do this for nothing.” He says.

“So you just want to sit on your ass and collect money? Fuck that. How about this; you deal for us. You get your 10% and we'll pay you for the dealing.” He says.

“20%.” Daryl responds.

“Fuck. Fine. 20%.” The voice calls out. “Just do the deal.” He says.

“We'll let you know when it's here.” Daryl responds.

“The price?” The voice calls out.

“Give me a number.” Daryl says.

“100. We'll sell it for two hundred on the streets.” The man says.

“Good enough.” Daryl responds as he lets out a breath. “We'll call you when it's done.” He says.