Give them the $10

You sigh and reach into your back pocket for your wallet. All you have is a single ten dollar bill, but you don't like the look in this guy's eyes, so you hand it over to Ashley, who then hands the fifty dollars to the **** dealer. You're pretty certain that you won't ever see that money again. Aidan looks satisfied, and he hands the plastic-wrapped baggie over.

"All right, we got the weed, let's get out of here," you say. The girls seem to be in agreement, but before you can get out the door, Aidan stops you.

"Hold up a second," he says. You freeze. Does he have a gun? you think. He could rob the three of you with even a knife. The guy certainly doesn't look stable.

You slowly turn around to face him, careful not to make any sudden movements. It looks like Kate and Ashley are just as cautious, which isn't a great sign, given that they know this guy better than you do. He's waving another baggie in the air, about a dimebag's worth of coke in it. "They don't have any more money," you say slowly.

"I know," he says. "I'll let them do it for free."

"What's the catch?" Ashley says. She holds her head up high, but she isn't out the door, either.

"You have to do it here," he says. "And you have to do it off of each other's bodies." He gulps visibly and his beady eyes shift from Ashley to Kate and back again.

"We can do that," Kate says. "That's not that big a deal."

"And!" Aidan blurts, clearly seeing he has room to spare to bargain. "And, I get to do a line off of each of your bodies too!"

"Yeah, fine, whatever," Ashley says, waving her hand. "We'll do it."

Aidan pumps his fist in the air. "Fucking dope," he says. "This is gonna be tight!" Clearly the guy just wants to live out his Scarface fantasy, even in his shitty glorified crack house.