For all their cursing between one another, Elliot and Darlene were actually a pair of loving siblings — they’d both do anything to protect one another, and that was something that had even been proven when Elliot was completely unaware of their relationship with one another. It was instinct, Darlene liked to think. “I left them lying around, just like everything else in this damn place.” Pursing her lips together in thought, she turned and began to search through Elliot’s things, privacy having been something that was tossed out the window long ago between the two. There couldn’t exactly be much for Elliot to keep hidden from Darlene when she had made a habit of breaking into his apartment on the regular.

“Look, John. It’s not meant to be an insult or something, calm your shit down a little bit. I get it, you’re a big boy and you tie your own shoes and everything. Don’t take it to heart, got me?” She raised her voice a little, but simply because her back was now to the both of them and she wanted to ensure that she was heard — because if there as anything that Darlene wouldn’t stand for it was talking and not being heard. As though every word that came out of her mouth was of the utmost importance and couldn’t be missed.

And, hello. It was.

“Geesh. You think you’d be a little nicer to somebody who so graciously let you have your pick of their drugs. You dunno the kinda shit I had to do for those.” Darlene tried to sound as ominous as possible, like she had risked life and limb for the little goodie bag that John had been searching through, when in reality she had actually done next to nothing for it. “A-ha! I think these are it.” She called from where she was ducked down and searching through a stack of DVD cases in one corner, most of which were unlabeled bootlegs they had downloaded and burned themselves.