"Because we don't know the right people," Scott said thickly as he blew out a small stream of tiny smoke rings before abruptly pulling them back in. A moment later he exhaled again and fixed his friend with a smirk. "Maybe you can hang out with Rico, have some dinner… turn on the charm, a little bit. Might get some good information out of it."<br/><br/>It was purely jest - even if Rico coughed up the dude's name, it wouldn't be enough to make the big-shot care about some guppies swimming around in one of the many ponds that made up his consumer base. It wasn't like either of them was sitting on a large sum of cash, either - they did well enough to eat and get high on a regular basis. Beyond that neither Scott or Lilly had much to their name. Which was evidenced by their shitty jobs.<br/><br/>"Fuck, why'd you have to mention work?" he lamented, taking an extra long drag from the dwindling blunt as if to make up for the anguish introduced to his state by thoughts of the next day. Being a gas station attendant was far from his dream job, but it wasn't like he had any other prospects at the moment. At least he was able to sneak off for the occasional joint - if not for that, he'd have lost his mind a long time ago. "I'm at the station for nine hours tomorrow. If you ever loved me, Lilly, you'll shoot me in the head now and end the suffering."<br/><br/>He passed the blunt back to her, making a gesture with a hand to let her know she could finish it off, before leaning back in the chair. "Nothing much planned for today, mostly wanted to hang out with my best bud Baozi," he said, grinning at the snake for a moment before turning back to Lilly. "I might check out that new Jamaican spot that opened up on Crawford. Haven't had good jerk chicken in a minute."