Billy Goats Gruff - Red Jacket

“Yo, I heard you buying, whatcha need?” A tall man with dark hair asked Cain, midway through the uptown rave. Mal had stationed Dogo outside to keep track of comings and goings, which was twofold. On one hand, he could keep an eye on the coming and goings of the ravers to see if anyone on their suspect list showed, and on the other, it gave him a break. He was wound up like a spring, and if Mal was being honest, he was killing the vibe. Instead, he and Cain took on the rave itself, getting the word out they were looking for Carbon Copy.

Cain looked at the man with huge stars in his eyes. “I am! What do you have! Im looking for something new!” He said full of excitement.

“Then you’ve come to the right place,” The man said, imitating Mathias. “Shop’s open. You looking to roll? To fly? To melt into the wall?”

Cain perked at the last one. “Melt the wall or melt into the wall?” He asked bashfully. “I dunno um … well some said there was new thing and I’m starting to think they were pulling leg?” He said thoughtfully.

The tall man looked him over. “Yeah? What kinda new? I got Lucky charmy, molly, keto, g-spots, dragon fire, what kind of freak are you looking to hit?”

“My friend mention something new I needed to try. It’s like a black oblong pill he said I had to get my own. Copy cat or something?”

“Carbon copy?” The man scoffed. “No little man, that’s not for first timers.”

“What do you mean first timers?” Cain said looking crestfallen. “How are you anything but a first timer if you never tried it?”

“You ever bought from me before?” The man asked. “That makes you a first timer.” He was quickly losing patience.

“Oooh … credits, I have.” Cain said. “How much do I have to buy so I can get one of the Carbon Cat thingies.”

“It ain’t a party drug,” the man told him. “Ain’t sold in the sprawl. No one in the sprawl can afford that shit.”

“Well I’m not from the sprawl and I can definitely afford it.” Cain said trying to sound as snooty as possible crossing his arms.

“What does Carbon Copy do?” The man tested. “Why do you want it so bad?”

“Who cares if im will ing to pay top dollar for it.” Cain said making a face. “Look all my friend keep haring about how amazing it is and how i got to try it and how much of a rush i’ll get from it. None of them will tell me because ‘it’ll spoil the surprise’.” He said with air quotes. “So fuck it. I like to ry new things I heard nothing but good so far are you selling or not?”

“Like I said, not a party drug. No one’s bringing fucking CC to a rave. Now are you buying, or am I going to kick your ass for wasting my time on this shit?” He asked. “Fuck, do I look like the fucking Candyman to you?”

Cain roll his eyes like he saw petulant rich kid do. “One lucky charm … to go.” He said exasperated. The tall man handed over a small wafer that looked like a four leaf clover before heading into a pit full of rave bunnies to offer up more favors.

“Anything?” Mal asked his brother after the dealer had vanished into the crowd.

Cain tossed the baggie to Mal. “No he said he would have to be crazy to being dealing CC at a rave thought he did name drop the one guy, Candyman. Still might be the strongest lead if other dealer are comparing that kind of high end drug to him.”

“Red jacket?” Mal asked, heading out of the warehouse, Cain in tow. “From the last rave?”

“Word for word ‘Fuck, do I look like the fucking Candyman to you?’ he’s not the only one to say that. The name carries weight. You want something clean and good? You go to him. You knwo to can get red devil anywhere else?” Cain pointed out. “If he has exclusive supplier for Red Devils there isn’t anything saying he might be able to point us in the direction for CC.”

“We have to find Red jacket,” Mal decided.