Cam, his arm in a cast, had been exiled from the drug runs and allocated instead to counter duty, when he wasn't resting or supervising the complete overhaul of a kitchen into a dance floor. Handling the cash register was difficult, but he managed it and at least he was doing something. Laptop open on the counter, WoW on the screen, he blinked and looked up when a girl, a pretty girl, practically skipped over to the counter.
"Came to the right place, then. But you'll have to talk to Marc if you want anything over an ounce." But Marijuana had felt her approach, just like he felt it when the two of them were combined into wet joints and he was bounding down the stairs eagerly, around Cam and the counter, to wrap his arms around PCP's middle with a happy cry. "Angel-love!" Strong arms, even though he was getting a bit flabby around the middle because of the almost-constant eating, lifted her up to spin her quickly before setting her smaller form back down with a grin and a peck to the cheek. Really, he could use the cheering up.
"You need to see your new apartment! Cam did a really good job." Cam, watching the both of them with slight confusion, merely inclined his head at the praise before going back to his game. Another sibling? It didn't matter, there were so many of them that Cam didn't try to keep it all straight anymore.