The Ironwood Rave: Dealing with the Devil Himself

Mathias had an easy smile, pushing the sunglasses back up before he slapped hands with a raver trading some credit for bright yellow pills in a baggie. A handful of raver bunned with micro skirts, that help hid nothing with lace hot pink thongs that were visible any time they moved moving for their turn. The girls were all giggled and pink cheeks.

“Work first but lots of play when I clock out … if you got the energy.” Mathias said with practiced ease. They never did. By the end of the night they were too tired, to high are fish up someone easier.

He traded credit for Red Devils. As the girls giggled and moved on a few of them gave lingering looks to the drug dealer.

Mal waited for a lull in the buying action to sidle up to the man in the red jacket. “Hey bruh, Candyman, right?” Mal asked.

“ ‘Sright. Here with the hook to make a good day even better. What can I do you for? You look fly, vibe or chill?” Mathias asked leaning back against the wall.

“Looking for something a little different than that,” Mal told him. “Not for here, for later, looking for the AC-17 experience, and everyone says you’re the guy can make it happen.”

“They do uh?” Mathias said eyebrows raised. “Well they be fucking with you hard. I don’t deal that shit. Strictly fun and games here and them black diamonds are nothing but trouble. So, unless you looking for something more rave friendly … you might be better off with another dealer not here.” Mathias said.

“I get it, that shit’s hot, it’s hard to get, but I can get you double what it's worth. Just something that’s on my bucket list,” Mal told him. “Click says you’re the guy.”

Mathias easy smile dropped. “Yea well Click is colossal dick.” He did not meant to make that rhyme but there it was. “I can’t offer you what don’t have at any price. The advice is free, Click is radioactive so I would take anything he says with a grain of salt.”

“That’s what he says about you,” Mal told him. “I’m just looking to score it is all. Don’t give a fuck from who. Tell me who you get it from, I’ll go direct to them.”

“Thats great good for you go on and ask Click. I ain’t ever deal it so I don’t have a hook up for it brahv. So step off.” Mathias said firmly.

Mal held up his hands in a show of surrender. “Fine man, I thought you were in the money making business. You do you.”

“Anything else you planning on getting or was that the only thing you where gunning for.” Mathias said with a snort.

“What’s your priciest? Mal asked, still hoping a few credits would sway the man.

“Green Fairies.” Mathias stated. “Just one?”

“Two. What do they do for you?” Mal asked, removing a cred stick from his side pocket.

“It’s a Lucy derivative. Full blow psyicdelic with a slower extended release, draws out the fun without overwhelming you like good ‘ol Lucy might.” Matthias said trading credit for two green pill in a clear baggie. “Happy trails.”

Mal looked at the pills and nodded. “You too, man.” He lowered his voice to speak over the music to his brother. “Struck out. You get anywhere?”