Celestia and DealerAnon Pt. 5

>You are Anon
>You are currently heading downstairs with a new change of clothes and a dusting of deodorant
>However, your thoughts are now centered around one person
>That is, the one sitting on your couch with her phone in her hand
>She seems to have calmed down, at least
>She almost looked ready to wreck the trap when you left
''Uh, hey?''
>She keeps her eyes on her phone, as if trying to stare it down
>''She's not answering.''
>Her tone is flat, almost hollow, matching the look in her eyes
>You take a seat next to her on the couch
>The silence intensifies
''So, uh, what do you think is up? With the phone, I mean.''
>She shakes her head absent-mindedly, still locked in a staring contest with her phone
>''I have no idea. She's always picked up before, or at least called me back afterwards.''
>She sighs and finally looks at you, clearly stressed
>''I've called her yesterday, and the day before, and for the last twenty minutes I've been calling non-stop. I think something's wrong.''
''Maybe she lost it?''
>She chuckles mirthlessly and shakes her head
>''Luna doesn't lose things. She just doesn't. She's obsessed with keeping track of everything.''
>She blows an errant hair out of her face, clearly deep in thought
>''It probably isn't an accident either. If it was, the hospital would have called me already.''
>You scratch the stubble on your chin and try to come up with a solution
''Have you thought about putting up a picture of her on FB? Like 'missing girl, please call for reward' or something.''
>''Do you think it'll work?''
>You shrug and give your best noncommittal smile
''Dunno, but it sure beats doing nothing.''
>Suddenly Celestia flies up from the sofa and face palms violently
>''The police! I haven't even notified them! Oh my God, I'm such an idiot!''
>She starts rapidly tapping numbers into her phone
''You're not an idiot, come on. You're just tired and going through a lot. I mean, if it was me-''
>At some point you notice that she is paying as little attention to you as possible
>You decide to test her hearing
''Actually, I was kidding. You really are an idiot.''
>She doesn't even notice you talking
>She looks hypnotized by the dial tone
>Fuck it
>You decide to just go upstairs and take inventory
>If she won't give you the time of day despite paying for all her useless shit, you might as well chill alone for a while
>You get that her sister's disappeared, and you understand why she acts like she does
>Or you want to at least
>But you'd appreciate some gratitude
>A hug, a kiss or just a simple fucking 'thank you' would do fine
>Your 'guest' seems like she's turning into more trouble than she's worth
>Or maybe you just need time to think
>See it from an impartial point of view
>You already know that's bullshit
>As you enter your room and lock the door, you decide to lock your thoughts away for another time
>It's time for work
>You grab your scale, some baggies and a pair of plastic gloves from your desk drawer in preparation
>Setting them neatly on the desk with your computer, you decide to put on some music
https://soundcloud.com/casme/khettokasme-x-aztra-azazel
>You bury yourself in your work, neatly dividing the two main sellers, crack and weed, into one-gram units and stuffing them in bags
>Meanwhile, the heavy bass and ethereal melodies make you crave the creep again
>Just walking slowly at night, listening to music and thinking about stuff, possibly making a delivery or two
>Jesus, you really need to get out of the house
>Unless anything comes up, you'll probably be out at 2 AM
>You smile in anticipation
>There is just something magical about those nights spent walking aimlessly, bathed in the yellow glow from the street lamps while smoking a cigarette
>It was almost like Zen
>A feeling of emptiness, but you've always welcomed it
>You are shaken from your thoughts by the phone ringing
>The number is definitely unfamiliar
''Hello?''
>''Hey man, this Anon?''
''Who's asking?''
>''It's Santiago, man. Ty told me you'd have some of that good old green.''
''Ty, huh? Wait a minute, bro. I'll call you back.''
>''Yeah, yeah, alright-''
>You quickly end the call, not bothering to listen to the rest
>Ty is one of the few people you'd call a friend in this place
>You met at an after party a few weeks after you'd moved in here
>It was a set of unusual circumstances, to say the least
>You were set to get your ass kicked by two incredibly large black males
>Things had escalated to the point where talking didn't help
>They were pushing your incredibly drunk ass around, when suddenly he jumped in
>He hit one on the head with a beer bottle and instantly dropped him
>He kicked the other one straight in the nuts, and you both spent a good few minutes exacting vengeance on him
>Afterwards you got to talking, and soon grew to be friends
>He'd also always been a valuable customer, and often brought more business to you
>He'd always been a bit of a social butterfly, and you aren't complaining
>More business is always better
>You quickly tap in the numbers to his cell and press 'call'
>After mere seconds, you hear his familiar voice again, and you can't help smiling
>It had been way too long since you last met
>''Shiieet, this Anon? What the fuck, it's been weeks brother! I almost thought you'd forgotten about me, man.''
>You snort
''Yeah, you wish dude. No way I'm forgetting about your sorry ass.''
>You hear some chuckling on the other side
>''Anyway bro, what's up?''
''To be honest, way too fucking much right now.''
>''That so? You in trouble?''
''Nah, nothing like that. Just-''
>You sigh and rub your forehead
''Just got a lot on my plate right now.''
>''If you wanna talk, I'm ready to listen, man.''
>You chuckle, suddenly feeling better than you've felt in days

''Thanks, but it's a bit of a long story. Anyway-''
>You clear your throat
>Back to business
''You know anything about some Santiago guy? Motherfucker called me, told me you'd referred him.''
>''Yeah, he's legit man. How so, any trouble with him?''
''No, no, nothing like that. Just checking if he's reliable.''
>''Mos def, man. He's as far from a rat as they come.''
''Thanks Ty. Don't know where I'd be without you.''
>He laughs
>''You don't want me to answer that bro.''
''Yeah, guess so. Anyway, I got to TCOB, but if you're up for drinks any day, any time, just drop me a line.''
>''Aight bro, will do. See ya.''
''Yeah, yeah, bye.''
>You'd almost forgotten how fun it was to be around him
>You sigh
>You really need to check up on your friends more
>Being completely alone here would be worse than death
>Anyway, back to that Santiago guy
>''Hey, who this.''
''Sup man, it's Anon.''
>''Yeah yeah, what's up bro, Ty told me you'd have some green to 'distribute', so to say.''
>You chuckle
''Definitely man, definitely. Where you at now?''
>''Eh, you know, just cruisin'. I can be anywhere, any time, ninja style, dig?''
>You chuckle again
>You already like this guy
''Yeah, I hear you. When, where and how much?''
>''Eh, if you can be at Donny's Liquor in like one hour or so with five gees you'd make me very happy.''
''Alright, see you then.''
>''Sure bro, bye.''
>Grabbing six baggies from your desk, you stuff them into your pants before walking downstairs
>You still had about half an hour to drink coffee, chill and, of course, check up on Celestia
>You really don't want to do that, but…
>A man's gotta do what a man's gotta do, right?
>Walking into the thankfully silent living room, you notice that Celestia has passed out on the couch in a decidedly uncomfortable position
>Grabbing a small blanket and a pillow, you gently tuck her in
>She definitely pisses you off at times, but you still have to make her comfortable
>She's your guest after all