Poor George. That never works. XD
Heroin wandered the city streets, keeping an eye on her operation as she did so. She had a lemonade in one hand, idly sipping at it as she walked. It wae such a lovely day.. except for that faint feeling of Saint. She tended not to mesh well with Christians, given...well, who she was.
She spotted the blonde man huddled on a bench, and raised an eyebrow, inclining her head, for all the world like a queen acknowledging a subject.