“What about your father?” he asked, his word slurred from the vodka and post-sex endorphins rushing through his body.
“No, no,” the voice on the phone sounded distant to him. “The Fathers are pushing a new drug that our pushers never heard of! I sent a guy to test the shit and I haven’t heard back from him.”
“Who are The Fathers?”
“That’s also an issue. I ain’t got a fucking clue!”
Daniel takes a swig from the vodka bottle beside him. “Of course, leave it to me to find out.”
“You are the top drug dealer in Florida. Well, maybe only second if these Fathers keep at it.”
Daniel spits out his vodka, “These assholes spring up overnight and are already threatening my status? It took me months to knock off the Young Riders.”
“Get your ass out of your bed, away from whatever fat ass, disease carrying hooker you’re fucking, put on your pants and meet me at the drop house.”