cody “gir” gilner / d6 / fin

Let’s get one thing out of the way— he doesn’t understand what a cartel is. He isn’t even 100% sure that he’s in one. Isn’t this just what friend groups do— make and sell drugs, follow orders given by shadowy higher ups, murder their enemies? He hadn’t had friends before this, so he can't be sure. He’d been a lonely teenager bouncing around foster homes when the gang approached him. He thought they’d been cops so he tried to swallow the weed he’d had on him. They’d still hired him after seeing him try to choke down a plastic bag, so they must have been confident in his abilities. Cluelessness can be quite the advantage in the business of dealing drugs. Just competent enough to get them sold, just empty-brain enough to seem unsuspicious to cops.

He likes doing a good job. When he does a good job, people praise him, and he likes feeling like he’s needed. He spent a long time feeling like he wasn’t. His childhood had been unstable, dealing with a mother who preferred to stay out of the picture. She’d been a druggie. Her parents had been, too. Cody isn’t— weed totally doesn’t count— but he doesn’t feel bad about enabling people who are. You can’t feel bad when you don’t fully realize what you’re doing.