Marijuana looked at Dylan impassively. "Of course. How are you handling it all? I'm sure it's quite an adjustment." His voice sounded concerned but he was still laughing hysterically on the inside. This was just so much fun, to see the little freak shaking in his nonexistent boots.
Dave broke in quickly. "You wanted a report, right? Before you go back to your fiance, of course. I also suggest you take a shower, you reek of mud and sex." Marijuana turned cool eyes to his second and merely waved his hand magnanimously, as if giving Dave permission to speak. Dave was still fighting the glare. "Fifteen thousand dollars worth of pot, ten thousand dollars worth of smack, six thousand dollars worth of coke- stop glaring, five hundred dollars worth of LSD, two thousand dollars worth of meth, a hundred wet joints, a grand worth of shrooms. We stopped selling ketamine right after his little fuck-up and I've been keeping a lookout for the date-rapes. Bryn is back and already causing shit, Cam is still antsy to get back to work, Wes is alright, considering his little blow-up last week and Matt is as bouncy as ever. That enough?"
Marijuana stood. "For now." But he lingered, eyes fixed on both of them. "You two have a good few days?"