southside trash [shameless]

• Chapter 19 • Polygamy •

"There's the earnings from today's deals," I slam the cash down onto the table, "and here's what's left of the product." I toss a couple grams of weed and coke onto the table.

"Thank you very much, sweet cheeks." Raoul smirks, counting out the money, and handing me my ten percent.

I fold the notes in half and put them in my pocket, giving him a sarcastic smile and crossing my arms over my chest, "can I go?"

"You did well today," he sets down his money and picks up a gram of the weed, taking a look at it before throwing it to me.

I catch it and look at the small bag in confusion, raising an eyebrow at him.

"Take it, think of it as a... bonus." He shrugs.

"Thanks, I guess." I shove it into my pocket.

"I'll see you Wednesday," he says, gesturing for me to leave.

"Gotcha," I nod, leaving the house, pleased with how quick I got finished today.  I can still get home in time to have lunch with my siblings.

I jog home because I'm starving since I didn't really eat breakfast before I left, and I threw up the contents of my stomach as soon as I woke up. Knocking on the back door is a woman, carrying a dish covered in tin foil in one hand, and a little girl in her other hand.

"Hey, I'll get that for you," I say, running up the steps, and opening the door for her, taking the dish off of her before she drops it or the kid.

"Thank you," she smiles in relief, now using both hands to hold the little girl.

We walk inside, seeing Fiona quickly washing her hands at the sink, "hi."

"Hey," the woman replies, glancing over at a pot of piss, literally, sitting on the counter, "oh, it's fresh?"

"And clean as a whistle." Fiona nods, walking over to us while I shut the door

"Thanks, Fiona. You have no idea what this means to me." The woman gratefully says.

"Means you get to smoke weed and keep your government job," Fiona grins, putting the lid on the piss pot.

"And we," I speak up, putting down the food, "get to eat."

The woman chuckles slightly, "it's lasagna, straight from the oven. Still warm."

"So is this," Fiona smirks handing her the piss pot, "keep it that way if you wanna pass."

The lady nods, putting the pee sample into her bra, making me grimace.

"Lunch! Eat it or miss it, people," Fiona yells up the stairs.

I take the foil off of the dish and move it to the table.

"Thanks, bye," The woman says before leaving, me closing the door behind her.