Bryn Galenus<br/><b>Location:</b>The GCC.<br/><b>Tag:</b>Scumbags, Saoirse.<br/><hr class="bbc-hr bbc-hr--3"/><br/><b>"The fuck do I look like to you, Fubu the Bubu Johnson? Billy the small dick Willy?"</b>Bryn snapped at the two shady looking youths in front of him, arms crossed, muscles bulging in his tight long sleeve shirt.<b>"I told you, two hundred an O. I ain't going any lower. I gotta make money too ya know."</b><br/><br/>The two rough looking men, early twenties, were unmoved.<b>"What kind of shit is that? You know motherfuckas is broke these days. One sixty man. You know the dude down the street at the laundromat charges one fifty."</b><br/><br/>Bryn snorted.<b>"Well take your ass over there then and smoke his oregano mingled shit then. You get quality here and quality costs money."</b>He rubbed two of his fingers together against his thumb to emphasize it.<br/><br/><b>"One seventy then."</b>The other offered, causing Bryn to scoff and roll his eyes.<br/><br/>This was the scene going on in the Creamery when Saorise arrived. The three men, alone in the store, immediately fell silent. In fact they all turned to admire the fine young female who came in.<b>"Go and wait over there. I'll talk to you later."</b>Bryn hissed at them, voice full of command. Thankfully they listened, shaking their heads and murmuring protest under their breath as they took a seat. Bryn then flashed a smile at one of his regulars, pulling on some plastic gloves and getting the ice cream scoop ready. He knew her well, Saorise, living on the same floor as her, further down in apartment 607. He could also see the look in her eyes.<i>She's hungry.</i>The two street dealers had their eyes right on her rear as she bent at the counter.<br/><br/><b>"Sunshine as always, darlin'. How's the work?"</b>He inquired back, eyebrows raised as he shamelessly did glance at the bent sight before him.<i>Hey, if she's offering the sight, he'll take the sight.</i>Not for long though, pulling out the waffle cone, fetching two, and a half extra, scoops for her and setting it aside at the pick up counter next to the till. A pint was code for a quarter ounce, which ran at about sixty dollars extra. The till only came up $3.99. He raised a finger to indicate for her to wait before going in the back, opening up the freezer and pulling out the specially marked ice cream tubs. He returned, setting that on the counter as well.<b>"Good stuff. Northern Lights. Straight outta Canada. Let me know how you like it."</b>Bryn answered with a smile, speaking in a low tone.<br/><br/><b>"What's up?"</b>He then asked, eyebrows wiggling as he nodded at her outfit.<b>"You got a show today or just feel like prancing down the street?" </b>