Dave turned to smile at Dylan. "It's good that I'm meeting him, then." Even though it was anything but good. GHB was a rapist and Dave just wanted to run. However, another god had taken interest in the proceedings, could feel Dave's discomfort and could feel Dave's proximity to another Drug god.
Dave's cell phone started to vibrate in his pocket.
"I should take this." Dave said lightly, answering the call and merely listening for about thirty seconds. His face remained impassive as Marijuana spoke and when he replied to his boss, he spoke in Spanish, glancing over at GHB and expressing his extreme worry for Dylan, for GHB and Dylan in the same apartment for days, knowing that Marijuana would want to stave off anything bad happening to Dylan for Heroin's sake. "He wants to speak to you." Dave said abruptly. "He heard about what happened and wants to make sure you're alright."
It was all Dave could do to keep from laughing, a laugh that would have an edge of fear to it as he stepped forward to hand the phone to GHB. Their fingers brushed up against each other and Dave had to suppress a shudder. GHB pursed his lips, hid his anger and took the phone with a simple; "Marc, buddy, how's it going?" Listening impassively as Marijuana spewed out threats to his life if he did so much as look at Dylan the wrong way, GHB sighed. "Of course." He said lightly before hanging up.
"Your boss wants you to go back to the shop soon." Dave just nodded, heart racing, blood pounding, fear lacing around his entire being.