It wasn't hard to smuggle drugs around in Fiore, but at the same time, it wasn't hard to get caught doing it either. Ultra just happened to be one of those lucky folk, who had never been caught yet. Though, knowing that caused him to be just a bit less careful than usual.
Ultra was sporting his usual attire for these drug runs: light-blue jeans, black sweater, and black Converses. He probably had about, three or four formal shirts at the most, the rest of his wardrobe being full of sweaters, sweatshirts, and t-shirts. It wasn't that Ultra was too cheap to buy them or anything; He just had no use for them, the way he was now.
When you're a drug dealer in Fiore, you hardly need those kinds of things, to make people talk about you.
The present day was full of rather uneventful....events, including going to the guild and not finding anything he wanted, to sipping lean in his bedroom, and to where we are now: Ultra selling a Ziploc bag of cocaine for about ten grand in a bar.
It wasn't like all he did on these kinds of nights was sell cocaine...he also sold marijuana, and heroin. Suffice it to say that he sold most of everything, but he only really smoked one drug.
The cocaine shifted in the bag as he handed it to the one lucky customer. The exchange gave Ultra a folded stack of paper, He would put the money in his pocket, putting his offhand in the other pocket, and make like he hadn't totally just sold a bag of cocaine. This included holding his head down, and looking at the floor. As he walked out of the bar, his phone rang, and as he went to pick it up, he walked right into somebody, though he couldn't see who it was.
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