"Indeed," Heroin agreed, reaching for her drink with her free hand, Vicodin nodding from his position leaning against the counter. "Incidentally, bruder, there's an upstart gang trying to muscle into my territory, and part of yours, I'd wager. I can tell you what I know when we strategize."
Vicodin sighed, a glare settling onto his face. "I hate it when idiots think they can set up shop wherever they like," he muttered into his whiskey, pouring some more for himself. "We shall have to disabuse him of that notion."
Heroin nodded, a shark's grin on her face. "I like the way you think."
Vicodin smiled. "Family comes first, everything can else can usually wait a few days."
Heroin smiled again. "Of course, I'll have to take you shopping. I can show you all the best places."