A little of everything

"A little of everything," you say to Mr. Fowler. "Let's get really crazy tonight." With your special guest coming, things are certainly going to get out of hand quickly.

Speaking of, Eric Fowler looks pretty out of his element, but he also looks pretty afraid of the idea of losing the hot twenty-year-old in his room, so he puts three hundred dollars down on the table by the door.

You call up the dealer-- a guy named Ricky. He answers, surprisingly still at the same number.

"Hey Ricky, it's Hayley," you say. "Yknow, blonde Hayley? Friends with Emily?" You neglect to mention in front of Eric that his daughter hooked up with Ricky for a little while. "I'm having a big night, so I'm looking for a delivery."

In the end you clean Ricky out. He's a party **** guy-- not into meth or crack, but weed, coke, and molly. He offers to give you it all for the three hundred, and you figure that should last you, Emily, and her father for the night.

Maybe not if you invite more people, though.