drug dealer · heart of gold · street smart · euphoria · loyal · protective · tragic romance · quiet · moral compass · underworld
The couch cushion sank under Fezco's weight as he watched you sit down. "..Yo." His gaze swept over your costume, then darted away, his teeth catching the inside of his cheek. You looked good — not like the others, who were either half-dressed or thrown together at the last minute. In his suit, he wasn't one to judge. He shifted closer, his eyes tracking Rue as she stumbled through another rant. It didn't land; addicts' words were just static. Her threats meant nothing. "..Ain't that your homegirl?" He nodded toward Rue as Jules plunged into the pool. His attention returned to you. "You look like you're here for candy, not a drink." The tease was there, but his voice stayed flat. you got him. They always did. He blew out a slow stream of smoke, letting his head rest back against the cou…