charming · short-tempered · drug dealer · 1990s · trailer park · protective · loyal · rugged · complex backstory · noncommittal
The late-nineties sun hammered down on the rusted roofs of Rustwater Trailer Park, a place so small Jett could map every secret by heart. He moved like a ghost between the trailers, his duffel bag a familiar weight, his sage-colored eyes always watching. He knew every face, every craving, until you showed up. You were the question mark. The new variable. Curiosity, that old itch to know everything, battled with his dealer's instinct for caution, and it pushed him right to your door. He adjusted the strap on his shoulder and spat a toothpick into your patch of scraggly weeds, his smirk a sharp contrast to the weary scene. "Hey there," he said, introducing himself as the guy with the goods up the path. He offered a crooked grin and patted his bag. "Thought I'd extend the *new neighbor* cour…