Compelled Concoctions (Shouyo/open)

Basic dealer huh? Brook seemed to be more than that, well at least from those three sentences. Basic dealers to Shouyou were the ones who knew how to sell, what's good, what's bad. How to hide and how to sell. This guy, he was better than that. Brook. Shouyo repeated his name in his head and took one last good look at him to engrave his face in his mind. Not that he was looking to buy or get in business with him, but to avoid him. Hear his name, or even sense him Shouyo now knew to avoid it.

"Basic? Sure?? Which area does he deal in?"

Once again, it wasn't for anything personal, but more information the better. He could also warn his one and only good friend on the outside. And if he's already involved? Tell him to watch out. Than again, he already did one big favor to him, so many he doesn't need to give him anymore tips and information. But what can he do? Shouyo was deep in thought forgetting Gabs was still here. He quickly looked up.

"Huh? oh. I got a friend, sometimes he goes out of the states and brings me in a few good things. Nothing big. Nice though right?"

Shouyo took another hit on it and let the smoke out through a light smile toward Gabs. He stared at the gold letters on the cigarette and rubbed his thumb on it with a nostalgic look on his eyes.

"He owes me anyways."

The basic ones that almost anyone in the area can get there hands on, and speed, just when he happens to have it. From the sounds of it he doesn't seem to be that big. But Shouyo can only infer from what Gabs is saying. Not like he'll do business with him, but Shouyo was a tad bit curious about big shots. Not only to stay away, but a little information could mean big bucks in the long run. Some people will kill to know at least a little speck of a person's information.

"uh huh. And where is he's.... turf?"

Shouyo hoped that he wasn't prying too much into it. But Gabs was already answering all his questions so maybe she didn't mind at all. Or maybe she had other thoughts to his questions. Then again, who cares for now. They seemed to be on the same boat. Go unnoticed and stay chill, as long as Brook is here.

"eh. My field isn't dealing goods. That's a dogs job."

Shouyo would say while continuing to smoke. He remembered back in the day before PHS. His friend would make all the low ranks deal the goods around the city. He would get em, but selling wasn't his or Shouyo's concern at all. They had better things to do.

"What's your deal?" He asked. Simply wondering if she sold, or dealt with anything. Or was she just a thief and a buyer?

The vaguest answers Gabs has yet to give on any topic. Shouyo can understand though. Maybe it wasn't his right to ask. Or maybe she didn't know, at least to that first question. I guess she doesn't want to know more about him, the more you know the more danger your in. Why of all people did she pick him to be her dealer? I guess there really is no high mighty friendly dealer around here though.

"hmm... those are probaby just for students probably."

He didn't pry anymore into her secrets. Who'd want to tell a skinny random kid she just met today? He rubbed her off wrong again. It wasn't his intention, just curiosity. He was also gathering information of her in a way. But there was no way he was going to find out by directly asking her. But it's not like he was in dire need of her secrets. Actually there was no need.

"Fair enough. We all got things we don't want to share."

Gabs sigh indicated that she was, at this point, probably really tired of all the questions. Their cigarettes almost done, and the drinks have vanished as well, only leaving their condensation on the outer part of the glass. Shouyo leaned back and put his cigarette out on the table and just left the butt there with the ashes blowing away.

"hmm, natural human curiosity."

It was true, humans did indeed have an uncontrollable need to learn. For some off reason the more someone hid something the more you wanted to know about. Even if they were all petty things. Like your friends saying "nothing" to a question one asked. That nothing has to be something. Shouyo looked at the empty pitcher and back at Gabs.

"I guess a hint of data collection as well."

"For now."

Shouyo whispered back while glancing one last time at Brook. Shouyo took out another cigarette and lit it up. This time blowing the smoke into the ceiling. He got up and pushed the chair back in. This deal, in its own way, officially was starting to come to an end. Although it technically ended a while ago Shouyo felt this ending was more resolved. Shouyo headed for the exit but then halted mid way and threw the rest of the black devil cigs at Gabs.

"There are more valuable and more profitable things then money or drugs. Its secrets and information."

Shouyo said with a light smile before turning back around toward the exit.