Of a druglord

I went to some sort of club the last Friday with a group of friends.
"The Liars Club"
Pretty dodgy.

Nothing much interesting. I went there just because I was curious 'bout the clubbing scene here in Des Moines.
Des Moines is such a boring and dead town that I would assume a club wouldn't survive long.
And of course, being the katak under the shell, I was pretty much wrong.

Anyway, I am not planning to write about my clubbing experience.
It wasn't much of a experience to write of.
Except for this one.

I was sitting at a booth with two other friends, just sipping my tonic gin, looking around when this guy just sit down beside me.
And I have no idea who is he.
He started talking to me, and as it was too noisy, I couldn't really hear him.
So I just said "Yeah man." And he continued talking.
And then finally I feel that I must at least try to understand what's he talking about.
And I said "Huh?"

And he said.
"Do you have any cocaine? I got good money for it."

Thinking. Thinking. Thinking.
Did he just say cocaine?
Yes. He did.
He is actually asking cocaine from me!

Wtf. Do I look like some beh hun kia? (For the unknown - drug-addict kid)
Or is there some part of me that looks like a drug lord.
Sheeesh.

Should have brought some flour and sold it to him.