Ask for a solid

"Missy's pissed off at you again? Jesus fuck Cluetus, what the hell did you do?"

"I don't know man! Ever since I've been released, her fuse has been as short as the hairs on my sack. It's annoying as shit."

Rooster gave him a pat on the back, offering a small amount of sympathy. Off in the distance, their trailer park could be seen, cresting at the end of the valley. "I'm sure it's nothing. That girl's always come back to you, regardless of what happen."

Cletus shrugged his hand off, walking away slummed. "Normally she does. This time though... Not sure man."

The pair finished their walk in silence, eventually walking into the half-hazardous trailer park they called home. There were only five trailers in the joint, each as ramshackled as the next. It wasn't a place where one lived willingly. But, for Cletus and Rooster, the two felons who were continuously shafted by Samantha's bullshit, it was home.

They reached Rooster's first, his abode being the nearing one to the main dirt road. As the convict walked up to it, his buddy lagged behind, shuffling his feet at the entrance. Rooster took note, and turned out.

"Not gonna go see Missy?"

"And deal with another blowout? No thanks."

"Dude, how long as this been going on?"

"Three days! Three days since she lost her shit over who knows what. Fuck, I wish she'd just calm down; I'd kill for a blowjob."

That **** a chuckle from Rooster. "Careful man, that's what made you do time in the first place."

"Piss off."

Silence settled between the two men once more before Cletus spoke again.

"Say, want to do me a solid?"

"No."

"Aww, come on man! You normally follow through when I ask you for something!"

"I am not giving you a blowjob!"

"Not you, dumbass. I was gonna ask if you'd let me have Charlene."

"Oh." Silence filled the space once more, the only coming from Rooster as he searched for his keys. "Yeah," he eventually said, "I got no problem with that."

Cletus grinned, fist pumping. "Aww right! Thanks man, I owe you one."

Rooster chuckled as he opened the door. "Don't thank me yet. You still gotta convince Charlene."

"Nah. Aren't you always going on about easy it is to get her to follow through with something?" Cletus pulled out a couple twenties that were tucked inside his shirt. "I'll just flash a few bills in her face and she'll be more than glad to help me out, like she normally does."

He walked into his friend's trailer, cash in hand.