Vicodin smiled. "Not too hard to do, our thought patterns seem to run similarly," he said. Heroin tipped her head and smiled. "She's right, you're adorable."
Vicodin just laughed. "The women I know keep telling me that, it'll go to my head," he said, throwing back the last of his drink. He rubbed one hand over his eyes. "I want a cookie the size of my head," he said. "Fuck if I know why."
"You sound like you've been into the marijuana," Heroin teased.
Heroin ran her fingers through Opium's hair. "Well, now, we can't have that," she murmured. "We'll have you looking fabulous in no time, you wait and see."