Re: Gotham: Sam & Liam
Yeah, I guess. [Her response to them having a lot in common was less than enthusiastic, yeah? Shit. Shit. She didn't need to get blue on top of everything the fuck else. All the antsy jittery shit was enough without anything else on top of it, and Gotham was fucking hard, yeah? She knew where all the good dealers were, and she knew which families they belonged to, and she knew they'd give her product without fucking asking twice for cash she didn't have. She knew how shit worked too well here, because that had been her job for the short time the Donovan clan had been in business - drugs. And it wasn't any fucking coincidence that the last drug den she'd been dragged out of on Christmas had been here. Ok, no, not thinking about that shit.]
They just know me here. Come on. [She reached for his upper arm, and she tugged him to the waiting cab. She opened the back door without saying shit to the cabbie, and she motioned for Liam to get in, while she leaned in the cabbie's window and let him see her face.]