Who: GHB and Dylan Hayes. Where: Behind a hotel, two blocks away from Liquid. When: Midnight. Warnings: Drug use, drug dealing. GHB laying the groundwork for a future stealing-a-follower attempt.
It didn't take too much to get a coworker to cover him for half an hour and, a few minutes before midnight, GHB headed out of the club, backpack slung over a shoulder and his liquid sloshing around in its containers. He had lied to whoever he was meeting, he didn't need money for rent, he didn't need money for anything these days, not when he was selling himself where he could in order to get as much power as possible. Really, he'd give it away for free but he had a feeling his customer would have called 'bullshit' on that straight away. Finishing off his beer, he tossed it onto the street just to hear the glass break and when he reached the courtyard of the rather seedy and cheap motel, he settled down on a bench to wait.
Contemplating his business dealings, he idly wondered if this new customer was already the property of any of his various siblings. It was more than likely and GHB hoped it was one of the more powerful ones. He had no qualms about crossing lines; they were all powerful enough anyway and anything GHB could do to leech where he could... well, he'd do it. Including practically giving himself away at record-low prices to random people he met on the internet.