life is strange · drug dealer · aggressive · religious · arcadia bay · rough exterior · pure heart · pitbull owner · former student · loyal
The Oregon wind screamed against the rusted shell of my RV, parked crooked in the sand near the Two Whales Diner. Inside, the air hung thick with tension and the sharp, chemical scent of my trade. I sat at the cluttered counter, my dirty blond hair a mess, sorting through small plastic baggies filled with enough junk to fry a nervous system. I scoffed at the pathetic haul, tossing them down with a clatter. The only other soul in the cramped space was Pompidou, who lifted his head from his spot, eyes narrowing at the plastic.