Dee gives Marco an eye-roll that's all "well good for you". If there are two elements of Dee's life that she knows are a mess, it's her parents and the fact that she makes less than minimum wage. Her mother in particular could provide fodder for a year's worth of rants and therapy sessions, if she used her therapy for the intended purposes and not just to have a captive audience for her fantasies of being a romcom starlet.
"I'm not an alkie and a crack addict, I'm a bartender and a crack addict, and who asked you anyway? You're like, twelve, give yourself a few years to ferment and you'll probably be tying off for heroin." She tucks the bottle into the waist of her pants and grabs a jar of pickles. It's bound to be nice and warm upstairs by now. She starts to head up.
She did withdraw by herself, or rather, with her twin brother, but no rehab or medical care was involved. Just the willpower to move on to the next thing and leave that brief chunk of her life behind. Amazing how an addiction that last a few weeks permanently carved the word "crack" into the back of her brain.
Greatest life success: kicked the drug habit she developed trying to scam the government for benefits. She's doing great.
"Not going to be much in the way of table setting, but I'll bet there napkins and silverware around here somewhere. We'll find them tomorrow." She's assuming he'll stick around all night, if only for practical reasons. Monsters are creepy in the day; at night they're outright terrifying, or at least, that's what she assumes.
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"I'm not an alkie and a crack addict, I'm a bartender and a crack addict, and who asked you anyway? You're like, twelve, give yourself a few years to ferment and you'll probably be tying off for heroin." She tucks the bottle into the waist of her pants and grabs a jar of pickles. It's bound to be nice and warm upstairs by now. She starts to head up.
She did withdraw by herself, or rather, with her twin brother, but no rehab or medical care was involved. Just the willpower to move on to the next thing and leave that brief chunk of her life behind. Amazing how an addiction that last a few weeks permanently carved the word "crack" into the back of her brain.
Greatest life success: kicked the drug habit she developed trying to scam the government for benefits. She's doing great.
"Not going to be much in the way of table setting, but I'll bet there napkins and silverware around here somewhere. We'll find them tomorrow." She's assuming he'll stick around all night, if only for practical reasons. Monsters are creepy in the day; at night they're outright terrifying, or at least, that's what she assumes.