Datura hadn't really minded going out into the sun, even if the other woman unsettled her a little bit. Victor had smiled and encouraged her, though, so she'd sat outside with Opium and soaked in the son. She was sleeping again, as she seemed to be doing a lot of lately, but if she forced herself to stay awake, it tended to make her feel worse.
Heroin swept up the stairs to Vicodin's house and embraced Opium once she'd opened the door. "Always," she said. "I missed you, too. This one found me while we were out doing business." She nodded at Vicodin.
Vicodin had gone into the kitchen to pour drinks for everyone, because that was what he did. "I should have put it together once I got word of the purer drug hitting the streets," he said, shrugging. "But it worked out alright, regardless."