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Priscilla knew exactly what this bitch is up to, she wasn’t sly or anything about it. Next thing Indah knew, she was already kicked out of the hotel room by her friend. Adding on to that, this spendy ass hoe throws her small “special bag”, as well. Catching her bag, the werewolf gave the little blondie a stink-eye, wanting to give a reminder that her shit is very special, and it’s not like this can grow in an instant. Before that could happen though, Prissy already slammed the door shut and all she could do is sigh in frustration.

“Bitch, you better answer the damn door when I come back,. Didn’t even let me get my fuckin’ key while at it.” Then again, sleeping outdoors isn’t much of a problem for Indah. She walked away after that, knowing the fact that Prissy is only going to be ignorant, and not say a word to her for the next oh-so-many hours. It is more than likely that she’s going to be too busy being a fashion hoe, or vlogging about Kim K. or somethin’ like that; she doesn’t much pay attention.

At that one damn room that Indah doesn’t even know what the hell it’s called, all she sees are some couches, and chairs. Whatever it is, she’s there. The werewolf decided to make herself at home on one of the couches, sprawling her legs out, and practically having her whole body own the seats. Actually, right now is the perfect time to smoke some of the good shit. Though with Indah, anytime’s the best time and who cares where it’s going to be at. Taking out her little stash, the werewolf decided wrap up her favorite “problem solver” in a joint and take a few puffs, while she’s still here. No one’s around, so why the hell not?

Instead of a few puffs, Indah took plenty of it, to the point of her body feeling relaxed. Now that’s the stuff, all of her troubles are going away, and she’s set for the day. It wasn’t long until a figure overshadowed her, and the werewolf’s half-lidded eyes went fully open. Shit, caught already? She’s in for it now, and it’s more than likely that her friends aren’t going to help her bail out, this time. Her parents, especially her dad are going to be pissed about this, she just knows it. But then…

"Yo, where'd you get that shit? I thought they went hard as fuck on dank over here!"

Thank fuck, it’s only a curious customer. Wait a minute...a customer?

“Oh fffff---” Indah placed the blunt between her lips as she shuffled herself to sit up. When you got to make business, you got to do it. As she managed to at least set herself up somewhat straight (that’s a good one, straight), only to lean a bit, Indah tried to take a quick analyzation on who she’s talking to. Already, she can tell this girl ain’t from around here (just like her). In looks and all, she’s pretty average aside from that bust she has, and she almost felt sorry for her about it, to be honest. Now that that’s over, it’s time for the real talk here.

A quick puff while the blunt was still placed on her lips, only to be removed, “Yo, mah girl, I make this shit. Sure the law says down with the weed, but for me, I say fuck the law. It’s time Japan gets to experience some real good shit.” She also kept herself in low volume. “Since you is so curious, somethin’ tells me you want to try some of it while you still can. I can totally offer you some.” She tried to smirk, but it became a goofy looking grin, instead.

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She saw the girl taking out some cash already. God damn, was she in that much need for it? Better make this deal now, need to solve a girl’s problem, pronto. She asked for the type of cannibis, and knowing Indah, she may not be the brightest chick on the planet, but she knows her weed.

“Well mah dude, it’s hybrid, I didn’t manage to get the time to sort all my types in different bags or else I’d have settle this and given you a small bag of sativa. You fine with hybrid?” It’s a balance for everything. The werewolf figured with that, everyone will be happy. Next time in case that’s not good enough, she should try bringing separate bags of just sativa and indica types.

“Bruh, my weed solves all problems.” She lifted up her blunt, “This right here will mellow you down, no problem. You’d practically be in your world once you hit this shit.”

Indah didn’t catch what the customer muttered under her breath; probably whatever it was that’s making her need this. Best not to poke about it, she can relate to it. Not the problem, but the idea of needing to get away from it.

That’s what she likes to hear, willing to buy off of her. That’s how the werewolf likes to make her business; if her customers are willing to pay whatever, she’s willing to give however much they need. “Aight, I like you. No worries bruh, this shit will help you out on any cruddy ass day.” Catching her name, Jen, she knew she’s gonna need her notebook that had the list of names.

“Jen, Jen. Fuck, that’s like my friend, Yen. What’s with people having their names ending with “en”, like the fuck mah dude?” She shook her head, “At least ya both look different, though you got a last name or something?” Please don’t have a last name that starts with an “S”. Last thing Indah wants to do is write the whole last name of her most valuable customer and friend, along with this new customer.

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Awesome, getting straight to point even if it’s not exactly what she wanted, but she can work with it. All the better than to complain about it. When asked for the price, Indah made a dumbfounded face. Shit, all of her charts and shit are all back in the hotel room, and there’s no way Priscilla’s going to answer the door right now. Bitch. The werewolf thought.

“Uh...for now, because I don’t have my stuff at the moment, and also the fact that I like where you’re coming from, I’m gonna let you pay off by the special discount prices that I usually give to only my VIP customers. So thirty five bucks will do and I’ll give you half an ounce.” This Jen girl is lucky and should be thankful. Indah usually isn’t that generous with weed, unless the customer’s problem is truly sincere. Right then and there, the werewolf would give them a free blunt to ease the pain and frustration.

Instead of a usual laugh, Indah wheezed, “Nah, it ain’t gonna cost you extra for hitting this right now. If you need to, here. I tend to give free samples to those in need.” She handed the joint to the dhampir. The best way to lure the customer in is giving out some good service.

Perfect, that way she can just put in the initials. “Bayassi. I figured you ain’t from here but god damn.” It’s one hell of a surname. “Oh yeah, my name. It’s Indah, last name’s Lestari. But preferably, call me Indie. Y’know like it’s short for independence ‘cause I am like that sorta. Except with mah crew.” Despite her forgetting everything in her hotel room, definitely she had her business cards in her pocket. Taking one out, she lended it to Jen. The business card however isn’t exactly helpful for a way to contact her. It did have her number and all, but instead of her name, it had “Dat Me”.

“So in case you in need for more good shit, I’m always open.”

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Indie had her hand out after Jen took out the yen from her pocket. She saw that the dhampir gave her a little more than the price she wanted, but also gets told to keep the change. The werewolf looked at her with a raised brow and a crooked grin,

“Damn girl, okay. You keep it real out there.” More money for her, can’t complain about that. In fact, who should? She placed the yen in her pocket after Jen takes the blunt she had in her other hand. Along with that, Indie took out another bag, enough for half an ounce and filled it up with the weed. She would then give that to the dhampir, as well.

Jen took in a nice puff and handed the blunt back to the werewolf, in thanks. Indie in response, slight raises her joint and places it back on her lips.

“Eh, that works too. I am the one who makes this shit.” She shrugs. Jen isn’t really wrong though. Indah, Indica, they nearly do sound the same. A small cough from Indie bursted out when Jen mentioned that she’d be calling her Dat Me. She couldn’t help but laugh a bit, practically looking stupid in the process. “I mean, dat is me. I am me, it me.”

Laying back down again, Indie pulled out the joint from her lips after Jen talked about hanging around here for a little while. “That is fine, I love having a buddy to smoke weed with.” Usually it was Yen who’s her smoking buddy, hence her being her most valuable customer. No one would think that, since comparing the two werewolves, you have this extremely hot blonde girl who is practically flawless in anything she does, and then you have this dumbass stoner who practically is high every day. It’s a wonder that they are even friends, but hey, anything can happen.

“What are my plans?” The werewolf lifted her head up a bit and her eyes wandered around, a bit. “Uuuhh...well shit, honestly it’s mostly going to be with my crew. I don’t know, might be out and about to sell some of this shit. Despite it being illegal, some people over here are willing to get what they can get and I’m the one they can definitely go to for that. Why you askin’?”

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Indie nodded on and on, “Yeah, yeah I gotcha. I like you, bruh.” she pointed her finger at the dhampir. Very laid-back, more than likely down-to-earth. Like Yen, except she couldn’t tell who’s more busty. The skin complexion is definitely a difference, though.

Falling into a hazy moment, Indie just rolled along with Jen, “Huh? Oh right, sure, sure...uhhh…” It took her awhile to think about what the hell her damn number is, until the thoughts finally clicked to her. She got up really slow and grabbed out some paper that she usually uses to roll up her weed and a small pencil. It’s so small, she purposely used a pencil sharpener for a while to get it to its size. Writing down her number, she handed it to Jen, “Don’t hesitate; ya need some good shit, and I’ll give ya some.”

Well shit, her gang’s doing what; their own shit? Prissy kicked her ass out, god knows which rooms Heiwa, Yen and BaiBai are at. Like hell she’s going to go from room to room, not unless she’s willing to sell weed from door to door and in that case, never.

“Shiiiit, why didn’t ya say so? Also, tell yo friend, whenever ya see her, that if she’s a mood for this to come over here. I can make a deal wit her, too.” Might as well get to know her customer for today, right? “Indie’s always here for any type of service, EXCEPT for anything that’s rather freaky. Fuckas be nasty and doin’ anything for ass.”

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First, she keeps it real, now she’s going to be a provider for snacks?! Man, ain’t this a badass customer. Usually, Indie’s customers would get up and go, or she would be the one with the snacks (or thieving for snacks too, that works out sometimes). She also did have the generous ones too, but they’re rare.

“Damn girl, fo’ sho’ I’d be diggin’ for some fruit as snacks. I mean even some chips would do, but seein’ how real you is, mango sounds good.” Fuck, Indie would honestly take anything for snacks, at this rate.

She says that now, but who knows this friend of hers might like good ol’ Mary Jane just like the werewolf, herself. “If she a newbie, that’s aight. I’ve had a couple of first timers tryin’ this out.” She lifted her joint up in the air, “Most of them come back for more. Others...eh, let’s just say they be trippin’.” As a matter of fact, fuck ‘em. Considering who knows how many friends Jen might have, she’s sure her friend might be one who could be a fan if she wanted to be.

The werewolf drew her eyes to the dhampir and slowly shook her head, “Nah mah gurl. I’ve tried that shit, had some bad moments after.” Placing the blunt back to her lips, she takes in another puff, “I stick wit weed, and weed only. Hasn’t done me harm, and it’s been solvin’ all my problems.”

A slight cough came out from Indie when Jen asked her about being a virgin, “Shiit gurl, not ev...actually…” She looked up, tilting her head and began wondering for a moment, “Honestly, I don’t even know if I am one or not. I mean shit can happen while being high.” The werewolf shrugged, it’s not like she really had much of a sex life. Though, it doesn’t sound so bad. “That doesn’t mean I like the d, though. I’ve seen one and never again, I swear if there was a thing called eye bleach, I would’ve gotten some immediately.”

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Sounds like one fuckin’ adventure to Indie, “Shiiit, wish I can have those kinda moments with my crew, fuckers don’t wanna smoke the weed though. Except Yen, but Yen’s too chill for that shit.”

After how many times she’s done the other kinds of drugs? “Nah man, fuck dat. I ain’t about dat life, shit. I could’ve sworn I had bad things going on, got paranoid as balls and then...I think Heiwa knocked my ass out, after dat.” She shrugged. Of course Heiwa would do that, she would punch anyone, to be honest.

The werewolf gave Jen an unamused look on her face, “Bitch, I can’t even remember what I had for breakfast this mornin’.” She pointed to herself, “Does this look like the face of someone who’s gonna remember if she a virgin or not? Let alone, into freaky shit? Dat’s fuckin’ nasty.” She leaned back on the couch at the agreement about the appearance of what’s under the man’s pants. “Not dat what’s between our legs is any better looking, but still…” She takes in another puff.

“Sapphic…? What the fuck is...oh yeah, nevermind I know what dat means. Yeah pretty much, and so are my friends.”