Title:           Celestia and DealerAnon Pt. 25
Author:          smeg
Pastebin link:   http://pastebin.com/67DzsD9P
First Edit:      Friday 12th of December 2014 03:18:24 AM CDT
Last Edit:       Friday 12th of December 2014 03:18:24 AM CDT

>After roughly an hour of cruising around the cracked, litter-filled roads, you are still in square one
>Apart from skittish meth fiends, whores and kids running around, you haven't seen anyone, let alone a fat guy in a dark green Toyota van
>You sigh and cradle your head in your hands, the tense silence in the car broken only by Ty's texting driving you on edge
>It sure as hell isn't helping you think either
>You really, really, really need a bump
>Just a little one
>Something small, just to get your brain back on track
>Something to help you connect the dots
>Something to help you think
https://soundcloud.com/aztra/aztra-beat-bela-lugosi
>As you cruise along, the popping 808 snares punish your eardrums
>You really need to snort
>But where?
>Not in the car, that's for sure
>If Ty knew, he'd double back to Slateside as fast as he could
>You'd already promised him you were off the shit, and revealing it to him now wouldn't help you in the slightest
>And you don't think Santiago would appreciate taking orders from a cokehead
''Hey, Santiago?''
>''Yeah, what's up?''
>He barely stifles a yawn, his voice rough from disuse
>The day has been eventful, to say the least
''You know if there are any gas stations nearby? You know, with coffee and shit?''
>''Sure, ese. I think we passed one just two minutes ago.''
''Mind taking us there, man?''
>''No problem, man.''
>As Santiago performs an almost legal U-turn, Ty clears his throat
>''Yeah, coffee sounds great, brother. You mind bringing me an extra large one?''
>You turn around, relieved to see the unhappiness gone from your friend's features
''Sure thing. Lots of sugar, right?''
>Ty nods with a grin, diverting his attention from the phone
>''You know it, man. Four spoons, as always.''
''Santiago, you want anything, man?''
>The latino keeps his eyes on the road, absent-mindedly chewing on the black-and-blue bandana around his neck
''Green tea.''
>He answers your question in a small voice, almost as if embarrassed
>You crack a grin at his discomfort
''Green tea? Really?''
>''Green tea.''
''Alright, man. Whatever you say. Sugar or milk?''
>''Just tea.''
>He notices your amused expression and sighs
>''Yeah, yeah, I know. Tea's gay and all that, huh?''
''I'm not saying-''
>''Come on, ese! It's good for you, man. Anti-oxidants, all that good stuff, eh?''
''Anti-oxidants?''
>''Yeah, see, you know. Anti-oxidants.''
>He rubs his mouth nervously and fiddles with the stereo
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O7QSFg5UIC8
>''They're good for you, alright? Gotta drink that shit.''
''Alright, sure, man. Chill out, I'm not judging. Just didn't expect it, is all.''
>''Alright ese.''
>Driving in silence for a while, you bob your head to the beat
>Soon, everything's going to fall in place
>You can't help giving yourself a small grin
>Anon, you're a sneaky motherfuck, you know that?
>Pulling into the parking lot outside the station, you evacuate the vehicle, leaving the two sitting in silence
>Patting down your pockets, you make a mental list of everything
>Gun? Check
>What with you only having to use it for warning shots and intimidation, it's still clean, but unregistered
>Coke? Check
>This is the real reason you came here, coffee be damned
>Railing a few lines in the bathroom shouldn't take long
>Wallet, phone, lighter and keys? Check
>Satisfied with the contents of your pockets, you take off towards the entrance, lighting a cigarette
>Walking through the waning snowfall, you pull your hood up and zip up your hoodie
>Taking stock of the people standing outside the well-lit windows, you let your gaze wander over the motley crew
>There was nothing particularly interesting, a couple of truck drivers chatting quietly with a guy you're sure you've seen selling meth
>Doesn't take Einstein to figure that out
>A hooker, not particularly pretty in any way, her foundation barely covering a bruise on her cheek
>Two young boys, not older than fifteen, spitting and talking loudly while pulling on their cigarettes
>You lean up against the wall and take a deep drag, already relishing the sensation of the rush to come
>Fuck yes
>A few lines later, you'd know just what to do
>And whoever kidnapped Celestia would pay
>Of course, first you'd have to find him
>But after that, what would you do to him?
>Shoot him?
>You shudder a bit at the thought
>You've never killed anybody, and don't intend to start doing it either
>Maybe kidnap him?
>But what would you do afterwards?
>You'd still have to-
>No
>You're not killing anybody
>You don't want-
>Your thoughts are broken by the sensation of a hand patting your arm
''Hmh?''
>Looking around, your eyes finally fixate on the offender
>A short girl in a pair of green cargoes and a black hoodie is looking expectantly up at you, the strands of purple hair not contained by her hood waving in the wind
''What you want, kid?''
>The purple-haired girl spits on the ground, her purple eyes flicking up to meet yours
>''Hey, mister. I was wondering if you'd have a cig to lend me?''
>You chuckle and shake your head briefly
''Lend you? What, you gonna give it back after you done?''
>''N-no! It's just a figure of speech, yeah?''
''I know, I know. Calm your tits, man.''
>Blowing a billowing cloud of blue smoke, you scratch your neck, relishing the awkward silence
>''Yeah, so if you could, I'd be really happy.''
''Shit kid, how old are you anyway? Can't be older than fifteen.''
>She frowns at you and crosses her arms
>''Oh, come on! I'm not a kid, I'm almost sixteen!''
''As I said, not older than fifteen.''
>You smirk at her annoyed expression, the girl clearly tired of your shit
''Still, aren't you a bit too young to smoke, eh?''
>She shrugs and blows out a puff of air, the vapor flying with the wind
>''Dunno. Grandma always said I was a big girl.''
>You stifle a chuckle, the smoke billowing out of your nostrils clouding your vision
''You look pretty small to me.''
>The girl sighs and looks at the ground, a brief flash of sadness in her eyes
>''I know, okay? Now, are you going to give me a smoke or just stand there being a fucking asshole all day?''
''That's pretty harsh, don't you think?''
>Despite her attitude, you can't help actually feeling impressed
>When you were her age you weren't nearly as brash
>Stifling a chuckle, you procure the pack of Camels from your pocket
>Her eyes falling on the pack, she gives you a small smile
''Here, grab two or three. I'll just assume you don't have anyone pulling for you.''
>''Wow, thanks! Hey, uh, I hate to disturb you, but…''
>She looks slightly embarrassed for a moment, the three cigarettes in her hand quickly disappearing into her hoodie
''Yeah, no problem.''
>You hold out your lighter to her, the girl taking it with a thankful mumble
>A few flicks later, she hands your lighter back to you, the cherry of her cigarette glowing brighter with each puff
>''Thanks again, dude.''
''Mm-hmm.''
>Instead of leaving, the short girl leans on the wall next to you, taking deep drags from her cig, a relieved look on her face
>''So.''
''Yeah?''
>''What happened to your face? You look pretty beat up.''
>You chuckle and put out your cigarette, pulling out another from your pocket
''That's a pretty long story, kid.''
>''How about the short version, then?''
''Got jumped by two guys, one of them had a knife.''
>She looks at you with an expression of disbelief
>''Whoa. That's pretty bad.''
''Well, that's Slateside for you. Got lucky there, though. If this one guy hadn't interrupted them, I probably wouldn't be standing here now.''
>She whistles appreciatively and ashes her cigarette, the ash flying in the wind
>''Slateside, huh? I knew I hadn't ever seen you around before.''
''Hm. Pretty sharp. So you're a local, huh?''
>As she cracks a small grin, you see a small scar on her cheek contorting
>''Oh yeah. Em Hills born and bred.''
''Uh huh? So, what're you doing here?''
>She shrugs and tosses the cigarette butt into the snow, the fizzing of the cherry carried away by the wind
>''Trying to find somebody who'll give me a cigarette without talking trash about me.''
''Yeah, sorry about that, kid. I'm a bit of an asshole sometimes.''
>''Yeah, I noticed.''
>Despite her wording, the playful tone in her voice leaves you with a smile
>As you share a light chuckle, her tone suddenly grows serious
>''But, just so you know, I'm waiting for my friends. You better not try anything, mister.''
''Wouldn't dream of it.''
>She gives you a cocksure grin, her purple eyes lighting up
>''Damn right you won't. Or else Dash is gonna get you!''
>You scratch your neck, your attempts at blowing smoke rings foiled by the wind
''Chill out, kid. Who the fuck is Dash, anyway?''
>Her eyes light up and her smile broadens, clearly excited
>''Only the most awesomest girl in the world! I mean, she's like, captain of all the teams in CHS! She's set so many track records it isn't even funny! And one day…''
>Her eyes are now looking through you, the girl clearly lost in a daydream
>''One day I'll be just as awesome as her!''
>The description of 'Dash' sounded oddly familiar to you
''That's real good, kid. Now, uh, does this 'Dash' have rainbow-colored hair?''
>She perks up, broken from her trance by your question
>''Well, yeah. Duh. There's a reason she's named Rainbow Dash, you know?''
''Oh. Alright. Well, listen, it's been fun talking to you and all, but I got shit to do, so see ya.''
>''Oh. Uh, alright. Well, I guess I'll see you around.''
>Turning on your heel and tossing the half-smoked cigarette into the snow, you head inside
>The girl, whatever her name is, was clearly surprised by your sudden departure
>Motherfuck that, though
>If she was in league with that rainbow-haired bitch you wanted as little to do with her as possible
>Shaking your head, you storm off in the direction of the bathrooms