Who: Owen, Marco, & Lennon When: About 2 PM Where: First floor, around Owen's room
Owen had told Cecilia about his drugs. Marco was on thin ice and now people were finding out about his heroin. He'd trashed someone's room because he was on thin ice, and it was going to be for nothing when Owen told everyone that he was doing heroin. He had said that he'd keep his mouth shut, and here they were, only a day later. Was it going to be a person a day type thing? How quickly was this going to mess up his supply?
What the fuck was Owen's deal?
As Marco stormed downstairs, he was vaguely aware that his argument was childish. It was mostly brought to his attention by a laughing voice, that had been nagging him since he shut the door on Cecilia. He was going to find Owen and, what? Tell him that he was a tattletale? What was he expecting to happen? How did he think this was going to go?
Still, Marco was mad. Thin ice. That's what They'd said. Despite what he'd done to assure their favor, he felt like that ice had just gotten thinner. He wouldn't know how They felt until he was told, though, which was stress on top of stress, and none of which he needed. Stress mixed with fear had driven Marco from his room, and to the first floor. He needed to talk to Owen, to tell him to leave the drug thing alone. He needed to know exactly what Cecilia had been told, and if anyone else knew. He needed Owen to understand that he was serious about this needing to be secret.
His first instinct was to find Owen in the study, since they'd only spoken in there before. He was surprised to find that Owen's bedroom was just a few doors down. He took a deep breath as he approached, and tried to steady his shaking hands. He hadn't quite managed it when he pounded on the door.