"I don't care," Kiley said, wiggling the baggie again. "I'll make it last as long as I can. I would have been happy with just one at this point." She pulled open the ziplock and took a sniff before sighing contently. "Oh yeah, that's good stuff." She pressed a kiss to Chase's lips, still smiling, before she closed up the bag and lowered it to her lap. It was not leaving her sight. Ever. Knowing this place, someone would break in and steal them and then she'd go on a rampage.
Kiley pushed her mass of hair back from her face and studied Chase. "It was bazillion. And it worked for you because we had a connection." She shrugged softly. "If you were still in New York, would you be out meeting and talking to people like you've done here? Lennon's a social butterfly, and here, it's been different for him. I'm not saying he made the right choice by fucking Lila, but I guess I get where he's coming from."