After a few more old ladies purses where re-purposed for his needs, Ifi had enough cash to buy a few units of mushrooms and make his first run. It's time to go visit the local drug dealer and introduce himself. Ifi strolled across town crossing mainly through alleyways, he wasn't anybody worth noticing, but no reason to attract unwanted attention.

Having reached his destination Ifi made a quick scan of his surroundings to make sure he wasn't followed and that he knew his exit routes if things go sour. Having accomplished this, he entered the drug factory and prepared to do business with the shady dealer. He introduced himself as a local nobody, having only recently found himself under the employ of Stefania.

"Give me 5 units of mushrooms, you're going rate is $49. I'll show you the cash after inspecting the goods." He said to the dealer. He knew if he bought the units at 49 he could go sell them in the neighboring district for $60. Not a lot of profit, but he had to start somewhere. All he had to do was make sure the drug dealer didn't try and scam him out of his money.

Ifi inspected the goods and they did appear to be top quality, he'd settle a bit higher on the other end to cover the difference in expected cost vs what this dealer wanted. He pulled $260 out of his suit jacket and handed it over to the dealer and waited for the man to count it out. As the man nodded his head Ifi grabbed the shrooms and started heading for the door. As he reached the door he turned back and said, "I'll be back for more, I'm sure we'll make good money working together on the shroom trade."

The dealer didn't respond so Ifi simply shrugged his shoulders and left. He had to turn these shrooms into profit and having a long chat with the guy you bought them from usually wasn't the route to making money. Ifi began the journey to the nearby distract where he hoped to make a good profit off his shrooms. 

Joey rested his back lazily against a fence, his leather jacket and greased hair becoming hot in the sunlight. He had tried to pick an alleyway covered in shade when he set up shop earlier in the day, but as the day had gone on he found himself unable to seek further refuge from the increasingly warm day.

This morning he left his house shortly after receiving a letter from his boss. He had been asked to head to this area and await a number of various small-time drug runners that would be passing their product off to him. He would pay for the goods, and then see to it that the merchandise found it's final home.

He only had one more contact for the day that he was aware of... a young kid, Ifi... or Iffy? Something like that... anyways, they were supposed to be coming by any moment with a small bag of shrooms that Joey would be happy to take off of their hands so that he could finally call it a day and get out of this alleyway.

Joey walked towards a dumpster and beside it found a stack of milk crates. Taking one from the stack and over-turning it, he made himself a... useable, though not exactly comfortable, chair to wait for the runner.

Ifi arrives at his destination and sees a man sitting on a milk crate. "I assume you're my drop off point for the day? I have 5 units of the finest mushrooms I have seen so far. They're a steal at $60 per."

Joey looks up at the new face standing before him. With a brief but enthusiastic drum roll on his knees Joey stands to look the kid in the eye. He stares at Ifi so intently that Ifi doesn't even realize for a moment that Joey has extended his hand to take a look at the product. The moment passes, and the trance is broken, Ifi hands over the baggy.

Joey quietly looks over the shrooms himself, then chuckles a bit before facing the stranger again.

"These are nice! I'd ask where you got them but... not exactly my business! $60 a pop huh? I suppose that's reasonable..."

Joey reaches into his jacket pocket before producing a wad of bills. He rifles through them, counting quietly under his breath.

"1...2... 300 beans! You can count it if it makes you feel better, but I assure you the count is correct."

Joey forcibly pushes the bills into the kid's chest in a wadded mess.

"Weeeeell... If we are good here... I need to get out of this damn heat! Good doing business with you kid, hopefully we can do it again in the future."

The biker turns around and saunters his way out of the alleyway, on his way to find somewhere to cool off.

Ifi counts the cash to make sure its all there before wondering off himself to get a cold one. The day was indeed hot, he picked one heck of a day to start his drug running business. "Oh well, gotta get rolling in the cash in this thing so I can earn some respect. That's how the business goes." he said to himself. Sadly with these kind of profit levels he'd have to spend some time robbing more old ladies as well to get ahead of the game, Ifi didn't want to be a paper boy forever in this game.

Looks at Damut and says, "I'm always interested in making money, shall we sit down and talk it out over a beer?"

Ifi nods towards the nearest bar.

Ifi orders up a cheap beer as hes still getting into the business and cant afford the finer drinks like his new found friend. As Damut explains the deal to him he takes sips of his beer and ponders the possibilities. He looks at his new friend and says "I need to see your drug operations. I wan't to be sure I'm not wasting my time. If you've got the goods and its running well, we got a deal."

Ifi finishes his beer and offers up tomorrow morning as a meet time for the walk through of Damut's drug factory.