our max right now."
The man in question looks up with fear in his very dilated eyes. For all I know he could have bright blue eyes, but all I can see is blackness. He nods his head quickly and picks up a bubble envelope. As carefully as he can with shaky hands, he puts them in the envelope and writes a number in the corner before sealing it. The others vigilantly follow suit, sliding what looks like piles of precounted baggies into envelopes and gently setting them inside a plastic tote in the middle of the table. I've never been one to shy away from drugs, but I've never been inside the house of a drug dealer either. This makes me nervous.
I pull my eyes away from the table looking for Cady and Erick when a body stumbles into me. My hip bangs against the door frame shooting pain through my side. Two hands grab my hips from behind as a face appears over my shoulder. Alcohol is all I smell.
"Sorry, sweet thang," the man says as he rubs against me.
My heart pounds as I turn my head to get a look at the drunken mess that is clinging to me and see the same fool I kicked out of the bar.
"You've got to be kidding me," I growl under my breath and use my elbow to push him off.
"There ain't no need to be like that." He sounds hurt. I really couldn't care less.
I turn toward him and cross my arms over my chest. His hooded eyes follow my arms, but linger on my tits before traveling up to my face. He looks at me for a moment before recognition kicks in. I raise my brow at him as a smile spreads over his face.
"Hellcat." His words are meant to sound sexy, but they only sound like a drunken slur. He moves toward me unevenly and I sidestep his advances moving further into the dining room. The heads at the table turn toward me as I pass them and walk into the kitchen on my hunt for Cady and Erick.
I find them leaning against the kitchen counter drinking a beer and talking.
"Thanks for leaving me out there," I huff in frustration as I pull open the fridge and get a beer for myself.
"We could see you from here," Cady responds.
"I bumped into the jackass from the bar. Or should I say he slammed into me." I rub my hip knowing I'm going to have a bruise there tomorrow. Like I haven't had enough bruises lately.
"Now, hellcat. There's no need for name callin'."
I look over my shoulder at said jackass and roll my eyes as Cady and Erick laugh at my misfortune.
"Bobby, leave her alone, jackass," Erick says, still laughing.
"I'm just giving her a hard time." Bobby chuckles as he reaches into the fridge for a beer.
"You did a good job earlier. Don't you think you've had enough to drink?" I ask as he pops the tab and takes a drink from the can.
"Just having some fun." Bobby winks at me and gives me a lopsided grin. He raises his beer to me and slurs, "I'm just getting started."
I shake my head and chuckle. He's just your everyday, good-natured farm boy who likes to party. Bobby may get rowdy, but while watching him interact with Erick it's apparent he's a kind soul. He rubs a rough, calloused hand over his buzzed head and laughs at something Erick says before looking my way. His cornflower blue eyes are bloodshot horribly, but that doesn't take away from their effect. They crinkle at the sides as he gives me a lopsided grin and winks at me again. I have a feeling hellcat has become my new name and that Bobby will tease me forever.
The four of us stand in the kitchen and chat for a bit while we drink our beer. Bobby is actually a pretty funny guy. He leans against the counter next to me as we chat being flirtatious and attempting to get my number. I continuously shoot him down, but that doesn't keep him from trying. I watch as people come and go from the dining room carrying the envelopes out with them. I wonder what kind of drug it is that has so many waiting around to get their hands on it. With us living along the hub of interstate exits, we see a lot of drugs being pushed through our state heading north to distribute. This must be a