Re: Bonfire: James/Mao
Mao did not look impressed. Instead, he eyed James as if he were crazy. Not because he was a drug dealer (he wouldn’t bat an eye at that) but because of his wares. “Who the fuck even does opium?” Wasn’t that more of an old timey drug? Victorian rich dudes laying around chinese themed boudoirs smoking pipes and dozing off came to mind.
“Good luck finding any buyers here. These people are bottom of the barrel, more likely to shoot up krokodil and have their arms rot off than to shell out for actual opium.” A shrug and a disdainful little shake of his head. Mao didn’t really have a high opinion of people.