Priscilla always had no problem doing me favors. No matter how big, she was the most loyal person I had ever met. She'd always drive me to pick up whatever drugs I needed, picked me up from parties when I had no way home. Like I said, she let me continue my bad habits but never let me get into trouble because of them. She watched me, went wherever I went to make sure I was okay. I was shocked she hadn't gotten tired of me yet.

The hard rain poured down, making the roads feel extra slippery today. Priscila squinted, looking ahead of her as she drove. Rue was leaned back in the passengers seat, watching the raindrops bounce off of the ground.

"What do you need from Fez'?"

"Just something to get me through the week," she answered.

Priscilla rolled her eyes, pulling into the driveway, "I just hope it's fucking worth driving in this weather."

The two got out of the car, running to the front door before pounding on it. They could hear Ashtray come on the intercom, "Who is it?"

"Who do you think it is, asshole?" Rue shouted at the camera above their head. Priscilla never understood why Fezco even had that thing installed. It took a couple of seconds before he came down to let them in. The girls quickly entered the dry house, stripping off their jackets. Ashtray lead them into the living room where Fezco was.

"Who is it?" They heard him yelled.

"Rue and Priscilla," Ashtray screamed back.

"Don't let them in!" Fezco warned. The girls and Ash walked into the room.

"Too late," Rue grinned.

Fezco stood up from his chair where a money counter and stacks of cash sat on the table. The room smelt the same way it always did, of weed and old furniture.

"Yo, y'all can't be here right now," Fez picked up a black duffel bag off of the floor. He began stuffing the cash in it as the girls made their way to his bedroom.

"Why not?" Priscilla asked, stripping off her soaking wet shirt.

Rue took off her shoes, throwing them on the already messy floor. Priscilla turned around to see Fezco staring at her. He had a uscared but also intrigued look on his face as he stared at her black lace bra. She scoffed, turning back around.

"Look, I'm gonna need y'all to leave."

Rue chuckled, taking off her wet socks, "Fez, we're drenched. Now all I need is some fucking socks and some xannies and I'll be gone." She grabbed a pair that laid on the floor, not caring if they were clean or not.

"That's not my fucking problem, Rue. Look, come back in about an hour or two and I'll give you whatever the fuck you want but I can't do this shit right now."

"I know you got something."

"I don't got shit for you!"

He walked over to the dresser, pulling out a plain white shirt, handing it to Priscilla.

"I got some people pulling up soon, and you're not going to want to be here when they are."

Priscilla pulled the shirt over her head, looking up outside of the doorway. The second bedroom across the hall had been open, Fez never left it wide open like that.

Inside, lied his grandmother in her bed. The room was dark but lit up by the television in the corner of the room. She was asleep, knocked out from the medicine she had to take earlier that day. Priscilla then looked at him, the expression on his face serious.

She nodded, clearing her throat, "Rue, let's just come back later."

Rue obnoxiously pushed past the two as she made her way to the living room. They followed her, watching her jump over and lay flat on the couch.

"Give me drugs," she demanded, looking up Fezco.

He groaned, rubbing his face, "Rue, I'm not in the mood for the shit! You gotta go!"

She sat up, opening her mouth to reply when the doorbell buzzed.

Everyone fell silent as Ash's voice came in on the walkie talkie.

"They're here, Fez."