Celestia and DealerAnon Pt. 20

>You are Anon
>The time spent at the diner and driving home with Ty have done nothing to ease your mood, despite the good food and good company
>Quite the contrary, actually
>You are now Worried, with a very big W
>Opening the door with Ty in tow, you briefly hope that you would be greeted by Celestia casually saying 'hi' while cleaning
>Or even cussing you out, for that matter
>You know as well as anyone that the rapidly fading light quickly brings out the worst in some people
>And you also know that Slateside is no place for a lady like Celestia, especially not in the chill of November
>And especially not with clothes that haven't even dried properly
>You can't help feeling slightly guilty over this
>She might have left without you cussing and insulting her
>But as far as you know, you threatening to throw her out was the straw that broke the camel's back
>And now, as far as you know, she's at best wandering the streets of the city without a place to call home
>At worst, she's lying raped and dismembered in a ditch somewhere
>Scratch that, you are feeling very guilty
>Paranoia is a hell of a drug

''Hello? Anybody in here?''
>You call out into the darkness of the hallway, empty silence the only answer you get
''Hello? Celestia? You home?''
>Your second try gives as much results as the first one
>''You still hoping she'll come back?''
>You spin around quickly, worry and anger turning into an edge in your voice
''Yes, Ty, I'm still hoping. I mean, she's out there now, in the snow, and there's no guarantee she's safe in any way!''
>''Nigga, take a fucking chill pill, alright? Listen. I know she's out there. I know you're worried. But there's no reason to start yelling at me, dig?''
>You sigh and flick on the lights while rubbing your forehead
''Yeah, Ty, I know. I'm sorry, alright? It's just that, well, I'm kinda the one who threw her ass out.''
>''Come on man, don't beat yourself up for nothing. Unless there's something you wanna tell me?''
>You sigh again and walk to the refrigerator
>Retrieving two cans from inside, you toss one to Ty, who thankfully accepts it
''Well, it didn't really go as simple as I told you.''
>Ty answers with a nod and takes a sip from his beer
>You crack yours open and follow suit
''To be honest, she wasn't the only one that flipped out. I kinda got mad at her, cussed her out, stuff like that.''
>''Uh-huh?''
>You wave your hands with an exasperated sigh
''I mean yeah, I was angry, but things got a little heated.''
>''As in how?''
''I said that I'd throw her ass out on the street again if she told anyone. I mean, she might've left without me yelling at her, but I sure as fuck didn't make it better.''
>''Alright. So what do you wanna do, man?''
''Let's take a seat. I really need to think this over.''
>As you walk into the living room, you flick the stereo on
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=81535ZYAFFc
>You slump down on the couch beside Ty and take a deep pull from the can in your hand
>''So?''
''So, what?''
>''What you gonna do, man?''
''Christ, I don't know. I mean, it's not exactly as if it's easy to find a motherfucker in Slateside, and she could be anywhere.''
>''So you're saying you wanna go out there and look, dog? 'Cause I think that's pretty hopeless. Bitch disappeared hours ago.''
''I didn't say I want to go out and search, man! What I'm saying, is that I have no idea what to do, alright? I mean, looking for her is probably not gonna help, but it sure as hell beats sitting here with my thumb up my ass.''
>Ty sighs and chugs the rest of his beer
>''Dog-''
>He puts his arm around your back and squeezes your arm reassuringly
>''Whatever you decide to do, I'll back you up on it, aight? We like brothers, aight? But don't go doing anything stupid, you hear me?''
>You nod mutely and finish your beer
>After a moment of silence, Ty speaks up again
>''Bro, how about this. We go to Santiago's place, bring some beer, and head to the bar or something. Find you a chick, get drunk, all that good shit. Plus-''
>He cracks a mischievous grin and removes his arm from around you
>''If you wanna look for your teacher or something, we can ask some motherfuckers on the way. Besides, we might even find those two suckas that jumped you.''

>That didn't sound like bad idea at all
>If you were lucky, you might even find her, apologize, and offer a place to stay
>And if not, then Santiago would still serve as added safety, if he really was as unfuckwithable as Ty had heard
>Besides, you might even find the kids who jumped you, and in that case, Santiago, Ty and you would probably form a pretty good team, despite your ribs
>On the other hand, if Santiago had found Celestia things wouldn't turn out pretty
>Maybe she just needs to get nailed, huh?
>You shudder slightly, pushing the mental image away

>Ty's gravelly voice shakes you from your thoughts
>''Hey, dog, you okay?''
''Yeah, yeah. Just felt a bit cold for a second there.''
>''Aight, good. Sure hope you ain't getting sick on me.''
''Nah, I'm fine. But hey, that sounds like a great plan, bro. You wanna call him, or should I?''
>Ty fishes his phone out of his jeans with a grin
>''On it. Hey, you wanna get a couple brews from the fridge?''
'Sure.''
>Rising up with newfound energy, you take a final glance at the baggie on the table
>Noticing that Ty is busy tapping on his phone, you discreetly pocket it and start off towards the kitchen
>Walking to the kitchen in time to the beat pouring from the speakers, you feel better than you've felt in hours
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nkmjVMypUOs

>Looking at the baggie in your hand, you feel a plan beginning to form