Butcher's not down on things that are none of his business - like sex work - but she is clearly giving him shit. He rolls his eyes.
"Alright, alright, leave it out," Butcher says, smirking. "You ain't dealin' drugs and writing grade-A papers." One of his favorite people in the world (fuck you, he'd never say it) can do a whole lot of drugs and can still create the most brilliant weapons, drugs and solutions. It's not that the things are impossible to cross, it's just that he is certain this girl does not do drugs. Her skin, for one, is pretty immaculate.
If she dealt them, those cunts bleeding in the alley would have a different tune about her. There's nothing a young rich kid loves more than hard drugs.
"I buy the bit with the paddle, though." He carefully bumps her with his arm because no, he doesn't.
"Lad I know said he's got family came here, too. You know anyone like that?"
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"Alright, alright, leave it out," Butcher says, smirking. "You ain't dealin' drugs and writing grade-A papers." One of his favorite people in the world (fuck you, he'd never say it) can do a whole lot of drugs and can still create the most brilliant weapons, drugs and solutions. It's not that the things are impossible to cross, it's just that he is certain this girl does not do drugs. Her skin, for one, is pretty immaculate.
If she dealt them, those cunts bleeding in the alley would have a different tune about her. There's nothing a young rich kid loves more than hard drugs.
"I buy the bit with the paddle, though." He carefully bumps her with his arm because no, he doesn't.
"Lad I know said he's got family came here, too. You know anyone like that?"