Who: Marco & Juno Where: Theater room When: After 7 PM
Marco's whole day had been taken up by getting his fix, save for the few times when he had left his room. It hadn't worked out well the first time. He'd been stupid, and had told Owen about his new stash. It had been a stupid mix-up, a slip of the tongue. Maybe if he'd been in his right mind, but then, when the fuck was that? Did he even have a right mind?
He'd gone up to his room and chased once more, then rode it back down. He had wanted to take another hit, and really, he'd been given enough that he could, without worrying about rationing. A steady supply, they'd said, which suggested that when his supply diminished, he could go to that camera pointed at his bed and demand more. New needles, too. Whatever he needed, when he needed it. He just didn't need more right then. He needed to eat, even though he wasn't hungry. He waited until he felt like his last hit had run it's course, and the sedation was almost gone. He was closer to sober when he left his room this time than he had been when he left earlier. More sure that he wouldn't slip up.
He went downstairs and popped a bag of popcorn. It wasn't really real food, but again, he wasn't really hungry. He lazily shoveled some into his mouth as he returned to the third floor, with the intention of heading back to his room, finishing off the bag, then shooting up one more time to put himself to bed. That was the plan, anyway, until he heard some swell of music coming from the theater room.
Well, another few minutes to see what he was missing wouldn't ruin those plans.
He took a left instead of a right when he got to the third floor hallway, and ducked into the theater room. He stood in the back for a moment, crunching his popcorn and trying to place the movie, then fell into one of the couches, munching his popcorn. It took him a moment to even realize there was someone lounging in one of the seats in front of him.