Re: Digger & Izzy
Given the life Izzy led, she could use all the protection she could get. Granted, she'd been in less danger now that she wasn't selling on the streets anymore. Not to mention she was making better money. Even so, she was so very glad for that added protection. Even just the tag on her collar tended to deter violence against her. No one wanted to risk angering Digger. Not if they were smart. Oh, she knew the CoD and Father had her back, too, and with all of those people watching out for her, she didn't worry much about looking over her shoulder beyond just not making stupid moves.
Picking up the tubes, Izzy passed the remaining pills to him, letting him take them before she plugged the tubes into his injection port one at a time. Through trial and error, she'd learned the order that seemed to suit him best, letting the drugs hit his bloodstream in a way that gave him nearly immediate relief from the day-to-day stress.
His silence didn't bother her much. She knew where thy stood, and more importantly, she knew he was simply a man of few words. On the rare occasion he felt like talking more, she listened with rapt attention, or did as he asked if it was a request, but after a long week, he was usually on the quieter side. After all of his drugs had been taken, Izzy disposed of the waste and then relaxed in the booth beside him, her arm lazily resting along his thigh.