These italics better work The loud music pumped through the floor of the club and I felt myself moving with the beat. Hot sweaty bodies were pressed up tightly against each others as we all moved in sync with one and another, the deal was supposed to happen here, it would but I wanted some time to myself before I actually did the deal. Deals had always made me nervous but lately I had toughened up to them. I felt somebody tap me on the shoulder while I was dancing, it held my breath and braced my self for a fight as I turned around. There stood a guy with the height of round about 5"10, blond floppy hair and bright red eyes. This was the guy I was meeting for the deal. I continued dancing and very quickly pressed the bag of heroin into his palm as he pushed the money into mine. I didn't dare count it as deals were based on trust and actually counting the money would portray a sense of untrust towards that particular person. I nodded and started walking towards the back door thankful that this deal was over As I got outside I grabbed the phone from my pocket and called Conner "deal done" I said quietly into the phone "good. Guess who tempz found behind the house?!" 'aw crap' I thought to myself "er i dont know who?" "your best friend keena"