They're Gonna Give You a Smirk

Gerard slept in the next morning-as always. And like every morning, there's a used beer bottle on the floor and a hooker lying on top of him. The naked Dandy smiled in her sleep, cuddling with Gerard. When Gerard's eyes fluttered open, they burned in reaction to the sun's rays that peered through the window blinds. He thrashed on the couch, causing Dandy to fall onto the floor with a big, "oof".
She groaned on the floor before standing up, "Ugh, you asshole."
Gerard didn't pay mind to her words. Instead, he got off the couch and yanked off his shirt. He shook his black nappy hair as he walked toward another shirt on the floor. He grabbed it in his hands and put it up to his face. He smelt it. Cigarettes. He shrugged before putting it on and grabbing his jacket, "Where can I find the man, Dandy?"
"His name is Pete. Pete Wentz. He works in the car garage on Boulevard." She scowled as she slumped onto the couch, "Can I come with you?" She pleaded.
"If you put on actually clothes, then sure." Gerard zipped up his jacket.
Dandy rummaged through Gerard's clothes, "Kay." She said as she put on one of his t-shirts and basketball shorts. She put on a black hoodie and found sandles, "Is this good?"
Gerard inspected her and laughed, "You look ridiculous."
Dandy frowned, "I'll stick to my slutty clothes then."

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Gerard and Dandy walked along side each other. They passed broken homes, broken cars, and alleys that reeked of onions and dead bodies. Gerard never did mind living downtown. He found it comforting because nobody judged. Everyone had carried a sin. Dandy was a hooker, he took part in a drug dealing operation-hell, most people on Boulevard killed at least once.
Dandy looked up ahead to a garage, "Right there." She pointed.
Gerard could see a man standing underneath a car, focusing. When Gerard and Dandy entered the garage, Pete looked at them.
Pete pulled out a handkerchief and wiped off the grease from his hands, "May I help you?"
Gerard replied, "5 grand. Is that the deal?"
Pete inspected Gerard, from head to toe. Pete suddenly laughed, "Are you kidding me? You think you're capable of killing another? You?" He grinned and shook his head, "Oh boy," His expression became serious, "Listen. I'm not going to pay some amatur. What do you know about killing anyway?-no, the question is, have you killed anyone before?"
Gerard sighed as he leaned into Pete, "I always wanted to. And for 5 grand? Why not?"
Pete stared at him, "What's your name?"
"No names."
Pete smiled, "Alright." He added, "If I find out you're a cop, I'll fucking kill you-but for now, I'll give you my brother's address."

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