Vicodin laughed. "Sometimes I think that one of this show's main tenets is 'if we don't blow something up at least once an episode, we aren't doing our jobs'." He sat up and turned to face the others, his attention now focused on the discussion at hand.
Heroin smiled. "I'm pleased to hear it, dear. I'd much have people in my employ who like me, at least a little."
"And that chipper ball of joy is my brother, Victor," Heroin told Jesse. "You'll likely see him around a lot, he runs his own operation. Mainly pills and things of that nature." Vicodin smiled, waving at Jesse, and Jesse waved back.
"A few important things," Heroin went on, settling into her chair and crossing her legs. "Any drug-related arrests?"
Jesse shook his head. "Not even a traffic ticket."
"Gut." Heroin nodded. "Any ties, by blood or marriage, to any of the five Families? I cross paths with them from time to time. They don't like me, because I have better product, and I don't like them right back, since they refuse to believe in the possibility of a queenpin. Fools."
Jesse shook his head again. "Most of my family's down south," he replied. "Momma's dead, my father's a preacher. We don't talk. And the Families are mostly Italian, right? Pretty sure there isn't any in our family tree."
Heroin gave him a little half-smile. "So much the better."