The door clicks and Lajos goes in feeling the need hard, but he’s calm, and ignores the ache in his bicuspids.
Ferrik lets him in the apartment with a grin and blurry eyes. “Laj, my man. You come at the right time. I just got me a shipment.”
Laj sinks into the couch. Ferrik clinks metal in the kitchen. “So what you need, man? I got pig, cow. But you gotta try this deer -”
Laj touches the bills in his pocket. “I was thinking human, this time.”
Ferrik stops. “Human gonna cost.”
“I know,” says Laj, grinning like a wolf.