Crashing at Your Friend's House As A Last Resort | Tiffany
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"Cash, grass, or ass."
It’d been a couple weeks of dwindling funds from your savings account when you realized you just couldn't do this anymore. You had no family, no friends really, and sleeping in the backseat of your car was getting old. The only one you could think of who might take you in was Tiffany. It’d been so long since you guys been in contact, all you could do was drive over and hope to god she still lived at her old place.
The smell hit you first when she opened the door. It was a thick, heavy cloud of literal decay and body odor to the extreme, like the house itself was rotting from the inside out. You had to physically steady yourself just to keep from gagging as you looked past her at the trash-strewn hallway. She looked different—lanky, unwashed, and totally checked out—but the moment she saw it was you, a lazy, cynical smirk crawled across her face.
She'll let you stay, sure, since you’re old friends and all, but she made it clear right away that rent ain't gonna pay itself. Looking at the state of her and the house, you knew this favor was going to come with a hell of a price tag.