Jaunie Looks To Start A Side Business

Tristan didn’t like the situation. Glancing around the open grass of the park he wondered if there might be surveillance set up somewhere inside the tree line.

“So let me get this straight.” Tristan started before exhaling a grunt of frustration. “Some girl,”

“Woman.” The strawberry blonde girl corrected only to grin sheepishly at the frustrated glare of aggravation she prompted from the lean long haired late twenty year old. “Sorry.” Jaunie stated with a slight smirk and giggle.

“Whomever, they fucking told you that I can supposedly do this.” Tristan scoffed, turning his head back and forth as if in disbelief, scanning for any sign of anyone, or anything unfamiliar.

“She gets her chems from Barry, Barry says you source him. And I don’t care ‘bout any of that. I just want someone who can take this,” Jaunie cut Tristan off assertively pulling a two litre bottle from her bag and placing it on the bench. “And suck out the excess liquid, compressing the powdery remnants and give me the result.”

Tristan leered at the bottle, nothing felt right about it.

“I am even looking to pay $500 for the service.” Jaunie added, exhaling deeply at stopping the frustrating loops of the paranoid squirely man as two people walked by from opposite directions nodding as they continued walking past in opposite directions.

Tristan wasn’t sure he wanted to do this, he had no doubt Jaunie knew what the nods meant. Two close friends that had wandered off when Jaunie first asked Tristan's name patrolling the paths through the ravine to ensure they were clear.

Everything was eerily checking out, that this… this drop, if it could be called that, wasn’t obviously being watched. Unless she was wearing a wire.

“Look, I don’t even know what this stuff is, or if it would work. I’m just a small-time hobbyist. I don’t know anything aside from theory about making pills. I used my chemistry to make toy rockets.” Tristan replied, relying heavily on childhood and high school drama lessons.

“FINE.” Unzipping her coat Jaunie couldn’t resist smirking as she flung it off on the table and peeled her shirt off. “See anything you’d like. I know Gia, she says you can do this. She isn’t bullshitting. I don’t care what you do on the side.” As Tristan watched Jaunie turn around slowly, topless he was stuck in utter disbelief, as Jaunie then pulled up the skirt she was wearing. “I don’t care about that shit. I want you to process my perfectly legal shit, and give it back to me for my personal use. Want to go to the park bathrooms to strip search me?”

“Get fucking dressed, you’re creating a scene if anyone comes by.” Tristan’s voice squeaked as he averted his eyes poorly feeling suddenly flustered.

“Not until I get a yes.” Jaunie demanded striking an aggressive pose to wait for a reply.

“Fine, but I want the $500 upfront. In tens and twenties.” Tristan responded throwing Jaunie her jacket as he was grateful for another quiet day in this out of the way park.

“Four hundred total now, because I had to strip. Only 25% now. 50% when you’re half done and the rest when finished.” Tristan grumbled with discontent, but he needed the money.

“Fine.” Tristan replied holding his hand out for the money, quickly stashing the cash in a pocket as it was handed to him before looking at the bottle. “What is this stuff.”

“It's sort of like a heavy syrup. You should be able to process it like refining sugar to get your crystallized granules to compress.” Jaunie replied handing a folded piece of paper with her number.

“You seem to know quite a bit about chemistry.” Tristan remarked suspiciously.

“I took some chemistry in high school, just don’t have the tools for the job. Let me know when you're done.” With that Jaunie turned and strutted away confidently smirking to herself as she headed back to her mother’s car.

“So what was the deal with her?” A dirty brown-haired guy remarked shifting his long bangs out of his face and sitting down at the bench.

“You know what. You fucking talk too much.” Tristan replied shaking his head as he glanced at the bottle once more.

“What do you me… OW!” Barry began to respond as Tristan smacked him.

“She found me because you couldn’t keep your mouth shut on your source. Now I have to fucking process this shit to ensure she can’t really talk.” Tristan whined with frustration and shaking his head as Steve approached all smiles.

“So how'd she look? I saw you checking her for wires.” Steve jeered sitting opposite Barry. “Nice tits? How trimmed was the field?”

Tristan exhaled heavily in frustration getting up. “Come on, let's get out of here.”