A place full of pill poppers and drama filled teenagers, she was the breath of fresh air that he needed. And he was the stain in her squeaky clean life. Her own personal euphoria.
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Charity didn't know what possessed her to drive to Fezco's store but she did and she wished that it was raining so it would explain why her makeup was rubbing down her face but it wasn't and she was too busy worrying about talking to someone other than her dad, to be worrying about how she looked.
So she rushed out her way out of her car, not caring if the rained soaked her through the bone and left her feeling heavy and cold. She didn't care to make sure that she was actually presentable, just that walked her way through the entrance and entered the store.
Ashtray was working at the register while Fez took a small break in the freezer and when he saw Charity walk in, he smirked and glanced at Fez who was just now finishing up rolling his joint and then he glanced at Charity.
But when he saw just how soaked and miserable she looked the smug smirk fell from his lips and he noticed with a start that she had been crying while she came closer and closer.
Ashtray didn't like a lot of people. He was raised to be tough and he didn't have much time for being a kid. So when he said he liked Charity he meant it. And he kind of became protective of the girl after the events with Mouse.
