You've been drinking like the world was gonna end
Adam had expected hopefuls wanting to share back at home, but here no one had shown much interest. He was surprised to see Nate, took his time to answer, pulling the joint from his lips and blowing the last of his smoke away. A trade. He smirked at the idea. Usually, when someone had to come bum smokes off a guy in the road, they didn't have anything good to give.
But he'd humour him for a while. "Well, what've you got for me? I got a limited amount of stuff, so it's gotta be good." Honestly, he had enough he could afford to give some away, but you were never altruistic if you had the chance of getting something.
"I ain't seen you around, so I'm assuming you're new here, like I was. So unless you came with a big ol' bag of tricks, I don't think you have shit, mate." He crossed his arms, challenge made.
Adam
It didn't.
