Lauren had one thing going for her. Dad wasn't home. Perhaps he was at the pub, playing the fruit machines. Or maybe he got luck with Ms. McQueen, Theresa's Aunt. She'd hoped those days were over, but not very likely.
Some things never changed. Neither, did Fletch who was more dazed than anything.
"I'm amazed you found your way here," Lauren smiled with a half cocky smirk.
"Was there something I could do for you?" He grinned.
"I highly doubt it, but what the fuck, what do you have?" She needed to see some proof.
He stammered a bit looking in his pockets.
"Give me everything," she ordered. "I want it all."
"What?" He looked kind of funny as if he wasn't sure if it were a joke or the jackpot.
"You heard me," she smirked. Lauren dug through his pockets then, finding packs of pills mostly, nothing too major. Lauren kissed him then as if she'd waited all this time for a very fine moment. It felt so awkward as if she might have kissed anchovies in stead, but she went with it as if she had something to prove.
"And I've wondered where Fletch has been so long," She backed away with his stash behind her back and tossed the pills down the sink.
"What are you doing!" He looked helpless though. She jerked off his leather jacket while he stood there as if he was going to do something, but forgot about it. Lauren gave that a thorough search too and tossed whatever she found down the sink, washing it away with water. "The first night won't be easy, but the second one's a bugger. You just need some time, that's all."
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