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Every good boy deserved fudge, was that how the music scale went? And every bad Leland deserved a day off, though he was generally enjoying himself too much to need many.

That didn't mean he enjoyed being roused from a rare moment of leisure in order to answer a frantic barrage of knocking. Ugh. Some of these customers needed to succumb to poison much, much more quickly, because they were starting to annoy him.

NEEDFUL THINGS
A CLOSED KIND OF STORE

Hurry This Up Already, Customers

(Expecting one, but anyone else is welcome to pop in and nag Leland! That he opened the store when someone knocked is fine to broadcast, but the identity of his visitor is NFB.)

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Pam was delighted when the door opened. "I need more cocaine," she announced.

Say, did Leland notice she was a touch thinner? Okay, more than a touch. It turned out that eating nothing but cocaine and running laps around the island because of all that cocaine-filled energy was a pretty solid (and fairly horrible) weight loss program.

"I don't care," Leland said. "You are dull and you bore me. It used to amuse me to make you dance, but now I'm just marking time until you drop dead."

He wasn't in the mood to play charming, today. Not like it mattered, considering his audience.

"Okay, but, like, I don't have any other dealer," Pam said, most of what he said sliding right off her. She lived with Cheryl, who regularly threatened to set fire to the house. Threats didn't faze her much. "Blowjob's still on the table."

"I still decline," Leland said. "You do realize it's poor form to be on bad terms with your own dealer, do you not? I could sell you rat poison laced with angel dust."

Or laced with strychnine. A tempting thought.

"Rat poison makes my nose itch," Pam replied. Either she thought she was making a joke, or she'd actually tried it at some point, and survived to tell the tale. "But I wanted more coke? I'll steal some shit. Or like beat somebody up? I was an underground fighter, to pay for college."

"Still declining," Leland said. He hated to reward bad behavior -- well, bad behavior that affected him negatively -- but it seemed less effort to sell her the coke than it was to explain to her that he wouldn't. Besides, there were still treasures in this town that he could make use of, ones that might slip away when their owners dropped dead or left town or tried to chase him out.

So.

"There's an amulet," he said, grabbing a sheet of notebook paper. "I will write down the address. Do not bring me some mere trinket, or I'll rip your tongue out from the gaping hole where your throat used to be."

The bored tone undercut how very serious he was.

"Got it!" Pam enthused. "Back in twenty!"

That was probably overly optimistic, but she was going to dash off and half-ass this. Wish her luck not getting caught!

It wasn't twenty minutes, but it wasn't terribly long, either. And she was limping. An interesting development.

"The amulet?"

Pam produced a necklace from deep, deep within her cleavage, and sang out a triumphant "ta-daaaaaaaaaa!"

Followed quickly by, "That's it, right?"

And then, "I really hope that's it 'cause I don't think they're gonna let me back in a second time."

Best ninja ever.

He could lie, confiscate the amulet, and pull her tongue out through her throat, like he'd threatened, but that seemed like too much effort. She'd self-destruct sooner or later, and direct murders didn't count the same way.

Instead of responding with words, he deposited a kilo of cocaine on the counter. And now maybe she could leave, so he could get back to enjoying his day, away from shrill addicts who kept priceless amulets in sticky bodily folds.

Alllllll she wanted, Leland. She grabbed her bag and departed, 'cause it was kind of weird eating coke in front of that guy? He gave her the creeps.

Which meant she was going to stand directly in front of the store with her feedbag on. Like she gave a shit.

COCAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAINE.

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