Alex had always played it safe. A 28-year-old accountant with a steady job, a decent apartment, and a girlfriend he'd been dating for two years, he wasn't the type to take risks. But lately work stress had been piling up, and after hearing a co-worker rave about how weed helped him unwind, Alex decided to give it a try. Just one time he told himself but if perhaps it helped then he could see himself trying it again. He didn't know any dealers, so he turned to a shady app he'd downloaded on a whim. That's how he connected with Jax, a self-described "local supplier" who agreed to meet in a dimly lit alley behind a rundown pub on the edge of the city. Alex did not enjoy going anywhere near this part of town, it was full of thugs and chavs, the buildings and council flats were rundown and everywhere you went you could hear an argument, screaming baby or a bunch of dodgy lads laughing and shouting. Alex wasn’t super rich or posh for that matter but he certainly was a snob and the quicker he could get out of this place the better. His style, his hair, his attitude was very different to anyone he saw as he walked behind the King George pub, it made him a target. Gripping his phone tightly he stood partially hidden between some bins and waited for this Jax to show.





