Who: Gilman and Susie Where: The Trailer Park. When: Dec 17th, late morning. What: Susie is high. Gilman says hi. Rating: Mentions of drug use and a LOT of innuendo and crude language. Meth was a bad idea. Susie'd grown up seeing the signs, the side effects, but fuck didn't it feel good. She took everything she could get her hands on. Huffed paint, snorted coke, took pills. Anything to get high. But crystal, oh crystal was her favorite. She loved the rush. Loved how it didn't make her tired. Loved how it made her feel like she was invincible. Heroin couldn't do that. Coke couldn't touch it, not for her.
She'd hit CJ's and gotten her ice, then headed to a party she'd arranged between herself and one of her regulars. He liked to provide her with different drugs on occasion and he definitely delivered. Spending the night there, she'd cracked a rock before heading back to the Woods and she was feeling good. Her Mama was supposed to be dropping Gage off soon, but she was fine. She was fine. Christmas was coming up and she was excited for it. Excited for her baby boy. Life was good. Life was better than good.
Running her fingers over her arm, scratching idly at the crook of her elbow, she spotted a familiar figure and she smiled. "Got my keys today, Gil. No need to pop the lock." She paused and then grinned. "You don't do that while I'm gone, do you? Poke around my place? Sniff my underwear?" A flash of a smile made her jerk her chin up as she walked back towards her trailer. She didn't know her son was home with her Mom. Not that she'd have stopped.
Gilman had been (unsuccessfully) messing with his heating unit. It kept crapping out on him, and as much as he was generally okay with the cold? He didn’t want the interior of his trailer to be as cold as it was outside. As adept as he was with electronics, the heating unit on his trailer was old as fuck and a complete mystery to him. Maybe he’d ask Mike for some help with it when he turned in his rent for the month. They hadn’t hung out in awhile, anyway, and Gilman could pick up some tips while Mike messed with it.
Susie’s voice distracted him immediately and he raised his eyebrows at her. Somebody was partying hard. Before he could answer her clearly rhetorical queries, she headed for her trailer, and Gilman couldn’t help but give chase. He wasn’t going to fix the heater, so why waste anymore time on it?
“No point in breaking into your place,” Gilman said, “I doubt you have any panties to sniff.”
He grinned at her. Definitely high. His neighbor was Mother of the Year.
Susie stopped as soon as Gilman gave chase and she turned on her heels, raising an eyebrow before she flipped up the edge of her skirt and flashed him a pair of lacy bright yellow panties. "Yeah, what're these then?" She let the fabric drop with a swish before she tilted her head and looked back at his trailer. It wasn't like many of them had new shit. "You tried kicking it? Always works for me."
Her fingers swept up into her hair, pushing it back from her face as she watched him for a second. She didn't want to go home just yet. Not where she had to clean and do shit she didn't want to do.
Well okay. Gilman wasn't going to turn down a free show, and his eyebrows shot up when he got an eyefull of her panties. So much for his theory, right? Gilman didn't mind being proved wrong, in this instance.
"Well, lock up your valuables," he said, "Because your panties aren't going to be safe from me. I have a huge collection. You can barely move through my trailer without being buried in manky panties."
He leaned on her trailer in the usual spot, looking her over. Just because she was flashing her panties didn't mean she was into it, and quite frankly? He wasn't super eager to dive in when she'd probably just came home from 'work'. Gilman wouldn't say no, but he wasn't going to press as hard. Maybe. How would Susie look in the album? He bet she'd be enjoying it right to the bitter end. She probably loved riding that line. The ultimate rush.
"So, scale of one to ten," he said, peering at her, "How high are you? With one being 'sugar rush' and ten being 'ride the snake'."
Susie felt damned good about proving him wrong. Always did when she was higher than holy heaven. "You think I'd be out slingin' pink if I had valuables?" It was a fair question, though not the most gracious way of describing her profession. She didn't care, though. "How do you know this isn't just the only pair I've got?" Another laugh. A truly classy conversation to be having in the middle of the Woods, but she couldn't give a shit who saw and heard. "I ain't ever been in your trailer, so I wouldn't know, now would I?"
She held up one hand slowly, extending all five fingers, before she closed an eye and grinned, holding up the other hand and doing the same. "Riding the snake? What the hell's riding the snake? That some kind of sexual thing?" She could hear the dimmest sounds from inside of her trailer, making her frown in a quick flash before she looked back to Gilman. "You're such a perv, aren't you?"
"I guess we'll both have to try and live with our terrible secrets," he laughed, shaking his head when she admitted a ten out of ten. He wasn't a drug savant, so he couldn't guess what she was high on, but probably nothing he'd be interest in. Gilman didn't mind getting shitfaced or completely baked, maybe a bump of coke at a party, but that was all. None of those were the high that Gilman liked to chase.
"Now you're making me feel old," Gilman said, "Riding the snake means tripping balls. Getting extremely fucking high."
He leaned in close, studying her eyes. Was her son old enough to start picking up on when his mother was flying high? Gilman remembered his dad being a terrifying drunk from a very early age, but Susie didn't really seem to have the capacity to be terrifying.
"And I'm as perverted as you want me to be," Gilman's smile was oily, "It's kind of my superpower."
"I guess so." Did she really have any terrible secrets? Everything about her life was pretty open. Everyone knew she was a junkie slut. A hooker. A mom. She wasn't about to pretend that she was anything better than that, even if in some ways she thought herself superior. At least she was fucking honest. They all were in the Woods. "And you're making me feel young. S'fine with me!"
Her eyes moved to his as he leaned in, her pupils pin pricks inside of wide blue eyes. "Yeah? Are you trying to fuck me again, Gil?" she breathed, leaning in the breath to smooth a hand over his flat chest and stomach. No, not terrifying. Not yet. Not right now. "You're always trying to fuck me. Everyone tries."
"Am I ever not trying to fuck you?" Gilman laughed. He let her move her hands over him, but didn't touch her back. Not yet. He was still sort of deciding how he wanted this to go. It was his goal to score a freebie, but he didn't want it to be too easy, either. He was also tempted to check around for Mike -- he wasn't sure how Mike would react to two friendly neighbors hooking up -- but resisted the urge to do so, keeping his eyes on Susie. She was a whore, after all. And it wasn't like Gilman wanted anything from her besides what everyone else did.
"So are you going to let me fuck you this time?" he asked, ever-so-casual, "Or am I going to have to go jack off in my trailer thinking about what a nasty little tease you are?"
Her eyes narrowed as she tightened her fingers in his shirt. "Ain't that the question of the year." The blinds beside her head creaked open, her mother's face appearing for a brief instant before shutting quickly. Her mother knew what she did. What she was doing. She didn't lie to her anymore about it. How could she? Everyone knew.
"That is kinda hot. I could leave you alone to think about me...or I could finally give you a taste. Is that what you want? Cause...I do kinda owe you for all the times you busted into my trailer for me." She paused and then pushed at his chest. "And I ain't a fuckin' tease."
The movement caught Gilman's attention, too, and he grimaced a little. Her mother was home? He didn't really want a hooker in his trailer, freebie or otherwise. What if she saw the album? Or the camera? The camera he didn't mind as much, but she seemed about as bright as a box of hair, so he doubted she was much of an enthusiast. Some guys liked acting superior to their women, but Gilman just found it boring; one of many reasons why he'd never had a steady girlfriend.
"You do owe me," he said, motioning his head towards her trailer, "Your place is kinda occupied, though. And mine is a shameful bachelor pad, unfit to be viewed by the gentler sex. Got a Plan B? Maybe the utility shed?"
He actually had one or two he'd acquired for those just in case moments, but he'd worry about that later. Gilman, predictably, was always armed with condoms. The utility shed would be cold and locked, but neither would stop him so long as Susie was game. And she'd probably be cool with getting fucked on a bed of nails, she was so damn high. Much as he was trying to play it cool, his heart was starting to race. Susie could have chased her Mom out, chased her home. She was surprised that her Mom didn't take Gage and leave. It was what she usually did. She didn't like seeing her little boy be taken away, but she was happier when he didn't have to see this sort of thing. Gage was getting to the age where he was starting to understand what it meant, seeing his mama with a lot of different 'Daddies'. She tried to only have Mike over. Not so he could play Daddy, but Gage seemed to like him a lot.
"It's cold as balls outside, Gil. I don't care about how messy your shit is. We can't go into my place. So it's yours. It's fucking freezing out here." She wheedled, rubbing at her upper arms with her palms. "C'mon. Now or never, baby. Your choice..."
Gilman couldn't decide what was more important: not having Susie in his trailer, or fucking her guts out. One was extremely unappealing, and the other? The complete opposite. His conflict showed all over his face, and he glanced at her trailer again. Whoever was in there (probably Grandma, which meant the kid was in there, too) had no idea how much of a cockblock they were being. The album was right out in the open. He was usually much neater (his trailer was, in fact, quite neat), but he just kept paging through the album so much, putting it away seemed like a waste of time. Maybe she wouldn't notice it at first, but she might get nosy after. And he didn't want to piss off the girlfriend of the guy who managed the trailer park.
And he didn't care what either of them said. They acted like a couple. The kid was probably Mike's, too, but he couldn't really confirm that without having Mike knock his teeth out, so he didn't pry. Not obviously, anyway.
"Now or never?" he stalled, leaning in so close he could kiss her. He didn't, however, since he wasn't a big fan of mouth-to-mouth contact with prostitutes, "That seems a little extreme. Is that what you're into?"
Mostly, he was hoping Granny would take Junior and fuck off, but he had a feeling he might be giving himself blue balls today. That fucking album.
Susie watched him, growing impatient with the game. Normally, she wouldn't have been so pushy, but she was high. Almost irritable. Her moods had a tendency to switch like the colors in a light show. Right now, she wanted to get her way. It was her way or the highway and it looked like she'd be walking into the trailer in a few minutes. "Not in the habit of giving freebies. That whole...need to survive thing. I'm sure I don't have to explain it to you." she murmured as he leaned in close.
"Honey, you have no idea what I'm into. S'a reason why I get away with selling what I'm selling." And like any successful dealer, sometimes you had to give away a little to get a little more. That, and she didn't want to deal with family right now.
He didn't want to hear her boring spiel about freebies and needing to live -- he wanted her to go to the she and just get it done, there. Gilman had no intention of things taking very long. He wasn't much of a gentleman and didn't particularly care if she came or not. Damn it. Fuck.
"I wouldn't want you to go hungry," Gilman said. He pulled away and shamelessly adjusted the crotch of his jeans. No use pretending like he wasn't into the idea, but he had some standards, and one of them involved not having people in his trailer. Or letting a neighbor see his new purchase, which might start rumours he wasn't super interested in, "Maybe if I get another good job, we'll finally finish this conversation."
It was killing him to back off, but Gilman wasn't going to compromise his privacy for a drugged out hooker, even if she was still at a stage where she looked more hooker than drugged out. Stubborn bitch.
"So what was that you were saying earlier," he shifted his weight and sniffed, rubbing beneath his beaky nose. It was cold as balls out here, "Just hitting the heating units makes them start working?"
Susie looked at him, blinking a couple of times before she huffed. He was rejecting her? Based on the idea that she wanted to go to his place instead. What the fuck was wrong with him? Her mouth dropped open, as if she couldn't believe it. She couldn't. "Are you fucking kidding me? This is the only chance you'll get for a freebie and you'd rather pay. Just so you can fuck me where you want." Her voice was raising. She didn't care. She was flying high. Her son was one thin sheet of metal away from her with her Mom and she couldn't stop. Her blood was up. The meth was making her irritable for certain.
"Yeah, you bet. You'll be paying. Just like everyone else." Fuck, even Mike technically paid. She looked for a moment like she would potentially go Jerry Springer, her face twisted in anger. "Yeah, fuckin' hit 'em." She made a disgusted noise and pushed off of the side of the trailer, turning away. Fucking prick. Turning her down. For a freebie. What the fuck?