“Hot today.”
“When ain’t it?”
“Yeah, right. Busy?”
“Not really.”
“What about Kristy, she workin’?”
“Jules, what do you want? You’re not here to buy something.”
“You don’t know that, come on.”
“I do know that. Now, what do you want? You know I can’t give out food ‘till 7.”
“I’m lookin’ for Peter.”
“Why the fuck are you doing that?”
“Girl, if you’re not going to tell me then don’t. No need to be a bitch.”
“If I saw that piece of shit, which I haven’t, I wouldn’t go telling you. You’re too good for him, and that’s saying something, Jules.”
“Don’t you judge me. At least I ain’t workin’ at some gas station selling dick pills to truckers all night. I got prospects.”
“You don’t want whatever prospects Peter is offering. Least I got a job and don’t have to come begging some dick-pill-selling gas station clerk for dry ass hotdogs that ain’t nobody buying every other night.”
“I could get any job I want around here.”
“Fat chance, your piss would burn through the cup.”
“Like you’re clean.”
“They test here too.”
“Fuck off, no way you’re clean.”
“They don’t care about weed, Jules.”
“Same shit, what’s it matter to these assholes?”
“Stop the pills, and I’ll be the first to put in a word for you here. But you gotta leave Peter alone. He’s bad news.”
“I can, I just don’t want to right now. They’re good for me.”
“Not for your teeth they ain’t”
“Fuck you…what time is it?”
“6:45.”
“Got anything tonight?”
“I’ll get you a fresh one if you promise me you’ll leave him alone.”
“Alright, alright. And a soda?”
“You’re pushing it.”
“That a no?”
“And a soda, but I mean it, you understand? I’m not going to help you out if you go getting into trouble with him. He’s bad, bad, news.”
“I get it, I get it, alright.”
“I hope you do.”
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