Ain't No Rest for the Wicked

Molly refused a try of the drugs; she'd seen firsthand how easily a person's mind could be warped by them. After all, all of her siblings had fallen victim to the allure once upon a time. She was the only smart one. Instead of lying and stealing to get a fleeting high, she chose to line her pockets with the money of those who lied and stole.

"Damn, where did Murthough get this shit?" Jimmy asked loudly.

Zacky rolled his eyes. "Probably Colombia," he drawled, his voice saturated with sarcasm. "Since it's Colombian cocaine."

"Oh haha." Jimmy flipped Zacky the finger.