Jake & Bill score convenient weed

Bill Marks is skeptical.

“I’m serious,” Jake says. “The bitch works the Drive-Thru and all you have to do is order potato cakes and say please.”

“Can’t be true,” Bill says. “She’d have sold to a cop by now.”

“I told you. You have to arrange it first.”

“And you arranged it?” Bill asks.

“Yeah. She said to come today between five and six.” Jake looks at his brother like he’s losing patience. Bill always treats him like some sort of kid, and yet Jake is the one who’s been scoring the weed for two whole years. It took him three weeks to find a new connection and Bill doesn’t seem to appreciate the struggle.

Bill pulls up to the speaker and it says, “Welcome to Arby’s Drive-Thru, would you like to try our new mango-and-pineapple smoothie today?”

“Gimme potato cakes,” Bill says. “Large.”

Jake yells, “Please!” from the passenger’s seat.

“Is that all?”

“Yes, please,” Bill says. He rolls his eyes.

“That’s two forty. Come to the second window.”

Bill looks at Jake and then beyond him to search the parking lot for cops.

They do the deal and Bill looks in the bag before they drive away. Got what he paid for. Can’t wait to tell his friends about this girl. She’s clearly a genius.

He hands the bag to his little brother. “Roll some of that up and see if it’s any good. Girls don’t know shit about weed, man. If she fucked us, I’ll have to go back.”