Marijuana and Heroin had left for the VMA after-parties and Dave had taken over Marijuana's runs for the evening, delivering thousands of dollars worth of pot and various hard drugs - emphasis on the heroin, of course - before making his way back to the apartment. There were more runs later on, smaller ones, but Wes and Matt, along with another guard or two, were handling those while Dave worked on the schedule for the following day. Marijuana being gone meant that things were even more hectic and after working to squeeze everything in and failing, Dave rubbed his hands over his face and lit up a joint.
It was halfway burned when he heard the knock on the painted door - the leaf matched the one on his forearm, both connected back to Marijuana - and Dylan's shaky voice broke him, mostly, out of his stoned haze. Quickly, he was stubbing out the joint and opening the door quickly. "Dylan? What's wrong?"