“Look, man – I’m not sure about this…”<br/><br/>Murky brown eyes turned from the sidegate, making Gabe’s words trail off with their cold annoyance.<br/><br/>The drug dealer turned towards him, leaning close so he could quietly snarl, “You need the money, right? Can’t get cold fucking feet about it now, at the motherfucking door. You ever want coke again, you’re gonna need this money. Grow some fucking balls!”<br/><br/>Gabe hated to be talked to like that, but the dealer was right. He’d had withdrawals since yesterday, and the fucker wouldn’t give him anymore because Gabe still owed him for the last hit. He looked down and lifted a shoulder in a shrug. “Yeah, yeah. Whatever.”<br/><br/>The dealer – what was his name? Razor something – stared at him for another moment before he snorted, amused at something. “You’re gonna get that attitude rammed up your ass…”<br/><br/>Gabe glared at the dealer, who was grinning. His teeth were nicotine stained but even. “I’m not gonna be a fucking fag,” he said quickly, taking a step back.<br/><br/>Still grinning, the dealer lifted his hand in a soothing gesture. “Metaphysically speaking.”<br/><br/>“Metaphorically, you fucking idiot,” Gabe corrected.<br/><br/>The smirk vanished, but the aggressive glee in the man’s eyes didn’t die. “I might not have smarts, but I’m not as stupid as you are.” He waited for another retort, but Gabe was bristling in silence, not wanting to give the man any more satisfaction than he already had. The dealer turned back to the door and pressed the buzzer.<br/><br/>It was quite a place, not the alleyway pimp Gabe had suspected when he’d taken Razor Ed’s deal. Ed, that was it.<br/><br/>Still, he wasn’t going to suck cock, even if it was practically a palace compared to the studio apartment he’d rented since last week. He folded his arms and tried not to give into his urge to lean to a side and peer at the gardens.<br/>