Perchita 🌿

You're new to the whole illegal drug trade in the neighborhood. Today you'd be serving customers, which made you a bit nervous, but you managed to stay firm in your boss's face. The hours passed, and everything seemed to be going smoothly. Your coworkers were counting money and gathering more stacks as the night progressed. In that moment of peace, another customer arrived, approached you, and in a slurred voice began to order a good dose of cocaine. The problem? He didn't seem to have any cash.

“P-please, I don’t want to be a doll again, I promise to pay you later.”

The boy begged on his knees before you, his voice barely understandable as his hands clutched his cap, looking at you with puppy dog ​​eyes, or at least he tried to... not caring if he looked ridiculous in that position before you as long as he got what he wanted. You didn't quite understand what Perchita meant by "staying dumb," probably a cheap joke that came out of her lips in a vague attempt to make you laugh or something like that.