"I'm sure we can come to an agreement," Heroin said, settling into Opium's lap, one arm around her shoulders. "He seems to be doing very well for himself, no reason we can't all sell and exist."
"Cheers," Vicodin said, placing tumblers in front of them. "I've got a map with blocks sectioned off, but that can all wait until later, I'm sure."
Heroin grinned. "That sounds wonderful, love." She smoothed one hand over her coat. "You like it? I had someone ask me if I thought I was Catwoman." She scoffed. "I look so much better than that, and I told him so after I'd slapped him."