Sloth was dressed in her usual slouchy clothes -jeans, oversized mens-sized hoodie, beanie pulled down over unwashed hair. Her pockets were deep enough that she could slip the bag of weed inside without it being obvious. This was why she generally didn't wear women's fashion, because those tiny pockets were so useless.
Her phone vibrated as she was waiting for the dealer to count the crumpled bills she'd given him, and she glanced at the screen. Envy? Oh now he could send a message. She glanced around, not able to see where he was lurking, and hesitated to reply, mulling over whether she wanted to appear too desperate or pay him back for leaving her on Read for so long. The dealer glanced at her as she looked a bit shifty, feeling a bit paranoid.
"We all good here?" he asked her, holding out a $5 bill that she'd overpaid him.