Dave's shock only showed on his face for a moment before it slid away to be replaced by an impassive calm. Marijuana would have wanted him calm for this. He stepped back again, his fingers trailing over the weed leaf on his arm momentarily. But Marijuana was at the party, too drunk, too high, too entranced by Heroin to care about what was going on with Dave and inwardly, the older man sighed. He was on his own.
"Who told you?" Dave would defend himself later but he knew that Marijuana would want to know who had let out the secret.