Scoot was a young hustler that came up on a cab gig. He was known for hitting the streets hard and was always in them making moves. Being known for having the best herb in town was one of his markers, but also dropping citizens around town and picking them up was his other hustle. It would have him in the business of making business while pulling in some cab cash. He was out making regular moves and one of his pickups was a big time drug dealer passing through from out of town. It looked like he was trying to stay on the low, when Scoot picked him up, he stayed on alert looking around. He had two big suitcases when scoot picked him up, and asked to be dropped off at a discreet location. Scoot was all about getting his money, so being nosey was not in the play here. He made his way to the location, it was in a small neighborhood with no protection. Scoot pulls up to  the location and takes a few drags of his blunt before he hops out and helps the gentleman with his luggage. Being that Scoot was good and discreet with what he does. The gentleman paid him for the ride, as well as tossed him a little sac of weed. 

“Here ya go mate. See what you can do with that. Appreciate ya”

The gentleman says as he makes his way inside. Scoot takes the sac and sniffs it smelling the good weed that he had just come up on. Just then he gets back out into the streets back to the hustle. After rolling a few blunts. He decides to hit the airport, maybe he can catch another come up, or contact. He arrives at the airport and pulls over to park, looking for his next fair. While waiting he lights a blunt and plays some tunes on his radio. After taking a few puffs, he looks up and sees a man coming down the stairs with a bag and a pack, looking like he needed a ride. Scoot throws the cab into gear and speeds over to grab the fair, nearly running the gentleman's toes over hitting the curb. He rolls down the window

“Sorry brotha, ya look like you need a ride, Scoots the name. Nice to meet ya.” 

The gentleman hops back avoiding the accident and pauses for a moment. 

“Man you almost hit me, but that smells like some good good,”

The gentleman hops in and they make their way into the city. Scoot looks back as he takes a few drags of his blunt, and passes it to the gentleman.