Head inside

You head inside a fairly normal, if untidy house. You hear the noise of a poker game upstairs and men loudly laughing. The **** dealer, for lack of a more polite term, heads into the kitchen, and you all follow. He opens a draw, pulling open a plastic bag filled with weed, as well as another filled with pills, throwing them both on the table. Finally, he opens another draw, pulling out a small white brick wrapped in cellophane.

"Shit, what's in here?" Lukas asks with a grin.

"It's mostly drywall, with the outside being a thin layer of cocaine so you don't realize you've been fucked until you're outta my house," the **** dealer replies.

"Uh... I'm not going to buy it then!" Lukas says, nervous in confronting the man but clearly trying to show confidence.

"Take a joke, kid. Test it if you want. Where's the money?"

"Got it here," Lukas says, pulling a brown envelope out of his pocket and holding it out as the **** dealer snatches it out of his hands. "Oh yeah lads, I got enough girls to chip in that you're all getting some free of charge. Just act like getting this was a lot more work for all of you."

"Sweet," you reply with a grin.

The **** dealer takes the envelope, opening it. He frowns as he does.

"This contains an envelope saying "Happy Birthday"," he says, pulling out a brightly colored card.

"Uh... shit," Lukas says, looking worried. "I must've grabbed the wrong envelope from my room. I have the money, it's just at home."

"Are you fucking kidding me?" the man asks. "Tell me this is some kind of fucked up joke."

"Shit, no, it's definitely not," Lukas smiles nervously. "Lads, who's got money on them? I'll pay you back when we get home."

You look around, as the lads pull out empty wallets and shrug nervously. Wincing, you pull out yours, checking inside.