Jesse felt like he'd just passed some sort of very intense test. He let out a breath he hadn't known he was holding in, leaning back in his chair. He looked up at Jess and smiled as she walked past. "Just a beer for me, if you have any. I've gotta drive us back."
"At least you've got a good head on your shoulders," Heroin said, stretching out in her own chair. "I'll work on finding a neighborhood for you where I don't have many people. Crowding the corners tends to attract attention, which is the very last thing we need."
"And I am too pretty to go to prison," Vicodin said, coming back into the living room with a drink for Heroin, and setting a bottle of beer in front of Jesse.