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Issac's ring finer ran along the rim of his empty glass. Once filled with rum, all that remained was a sticky layer of sugar coating the glass. Here he sat in a bar halfway across the city, far from his home and work just to pick up his fix. Sadly there was no delivery surfaces for narcotics and illegal substances of this kind. And since they weren't easy to come across the price was steep even in drug deal Territory.

Issac looked down at the watch on his right wrist, the time was 11:27 pm, they were late. But this wasn't anything new, they always felt him waiting on the edge of his seat. His mind racing, his body shaking from nervousness even with the smoothing nerve depressant of liquor in his system. Issac flicked the empty glass with his finger, making the glass ring throughout the empty bar. "i would like another" he said t the bartender in a voice lacking confidence to the point where it was like he was asking if he could have another drink, as if he was a child asking his mother for a cookie. It was almost like he was begging.

Issac stared at the stranger that spoke to him with the kinda of open friendship that bartender and waitresses had developed to make the customers feel at home. He knew the trick, he understood it all, but he couldn`t deny the charm. Certainly not now, in his current state were he desired any form a comfort he could get.
Issac looked the girl in the eyes when she talked, the twinkle was memorizing to him and his current state of mental collapse. But this action was also instinctive, Issac kept himself aware of peoples responses and subtle hints. He had to as a teacher and a man that put himself in drug deals by necessity, you had to be full aware of small gestures that could spell the different between a friendly hand shake and a pistol being drawn.
It was through his this, that Issac became aware of his own shaking, he had not mentally been aware of his bodies twitching till he caught the girl`s eyes on it. Tightening up his muscles he stop the vibrating limbs. Reaching into his pocket, Issac withdrew and capsule of pills. Dropping one into his drink, he down it all before resting the empty glass on the table.

``My name is Issac Dakkon, I would say its a pleasure to meet you...Redd, but under the circumstances...`` He paused, nothing finding the right words.
``All the same, i thank you for the company. The silence was driving me insane.``

Issac pulled out a pack of cigarettes, and offered a smoke to Redd, before pulling out a lighter and lighting up his own. His nerves were almost completely calm, he no longer trying to keep himself from shaking as his body loosened up and took a more relaxed posture. He checked the time, 11:34pm, they should have been here by now.

Issac exhaled a ring of smoke and tapped the ash of his cig into a tray. ``You hate your job, it in you stance, your tone.`` he commented, his perception of people was something he took pride in. Adults were not as clever as they thought. They expressed themselves and their feelings outwards to the world, just many never picked up on the hints.
``So, i guess my question is, why stay`` Issac raised the cig back to his lips and pitched it between his teeth, an almost grin proceeding.

The door burst open, and a short man, shaking more than Issac, almost tripped in on himself. He looked up, as he righted himself, and saw his fellow, Issac, ssitting with a drink. He scurried over, hunching slightly, and all the while fidgetting. "I-I-I-Issac-c-c!" The man ecxlaimed, going to hide behind one of the few friends he had. "The-The-Ther-There commmmmming-g-g." Kenny said, ducking slightly behind Issac.

Insanity did wonders to your mind and body, and this was definitly apparent in the way Kenny held himself. He looked dodgedly to the barkeeper, and sniffed loudly.

Kenny snatched up the drugs like a fat kid to candy-covered-brownies-with-sprinkles-covered-in-bacon-grease. He gobbled them up, and with the last swig of Issac's own refilled rum, the capsules were down Kenny's throat. It would be a minute before they kicked in, saddly enough. Kenny looked up to the bartender, and with a cheesey smile, pointed towards Issac, and then scurried off before the lady could do anything about him.

Kenny followed Issac silently, every now and then shaking some part of his body. The door opened to allow him access, and with a shakey breath, He took a few steps. What was Issac gonna do? Something violent if things went bad, which they probably would in this situation, so kenny need be ready. Damn drugs, they hadn't kicked in yet! Kenny found Issac, and with a small, delicate voice he said "I-I-Issac?"

Then the drugs hit him like a frieght train. Whooh, clear perception, for-freekin' once! This was nice. "Issac, Who in the hell are you meeting?" Kenny's suddenly calm voice whispered to his companion.

Issac bent down and pretended to tie his shoe, but was really pulling a pistol from a hidden holster at sock level. Moving the weapon behind his back, he gave it a short toss to Kenny. "If something goes wrong, you give them hell" Issac said without turning his head to face Kenny, his eyes were focused forward on a group of 4 men that approached from a parking lot just down the street.

Issac put one foot in front of the other and went to meet the men halfway, putting about 10 feet of distance between Kenny and the deal.
It would only be a few minutes before Issac would return and the gang members would have their backs turned as they walk away.

Everything went as well as one could expect, better even. At least that was Issac's opinion as he reached Kenny again and placed a hand on his buddy's shoulder. "The one on the left said your mother was a whore..." Issac said with a devilish smile forming on his face, hidden behind the shadows. You see, the drugs in which brought for the stability of the nerves, weren't without their flaws. They prevented people from making common sense judgement, or feel regret.

Redd felt sick as the scene unfolded before her. She wanted to turn away and run, memories of her old gang life flooding back to her. But she also wanted to step in. Her mind was torn, but she didn't think quick enough. Because silence finally fell around them without even a small movement of Redd.

She shook her head and walked up to Issac. She pushed him. Not hard, just enough to get mis attention, maybe make him feel guilty. She hoped he felt guilty. "Hey you." She said. Her eyebrows twitched unsurely under her bags. She turned away for a moment, swallowing back all the harsh words she wanted to say to him. That she had seen the entire thing. She turned back to face him. "You can't just leave without paying. It doesn't work that way." She said finally, her mouth a hard line. There was no humor to hide behind right now. Redd just wanted to go home and sleep all of this away.

Kenny let his hand drop the gun albiet reluctantly, into Issac's hand. the gun was warm, and on this slighly chilly night, like all city kids, you took what warmth you could get. Didn't help in the least he was in a slightly stained, thin jacket, and tee-shirt. Oh well, He could push simple crap lik cold out of his mind anyways. Turning to smile at Issac, Kenny said, "Well duh, With those pils, i could shoot a penny of that hydrant." At that kenny cocked his head towards a hydrant about Twenty yards to his right. "We know what i would do normally, Shoot as many times as can until i get lucky." Kenny then whisered, evading what he obviosly wanted to say. Of course, Issac had talked to him, as a father would to a son wo ha shown the class his genitls, about telling others about his powers. It had been quite comical filled with "Bu-"'s and "Not That Either Kenny" 's for most the conversation. From the look in his eye, Issac would know what kenny was thinking about.

Oh well. Wait a tick, was that chick following him and Issac, What the world? Maybe the grl needd to be told not to tell. That was until Kenny realiszed Issac was talking to her in a friendly manner, and since Kenny was issac's protigie, he might as well hop in the band wagon. "Ehh, It;'s fine, Um.. Redd was it?"