Ain't No Rest for the Wicked

Molly's parents owned a small ranch-style house in Huntington Beach. Molly didn't go very often, not because she didn't like her parents, but because she'd rather not deal with the social interaction. When she turned onto the street she immediately noticed the small green Impala already in the driveway. This meant that her younger brother was also home for whatever reason and Molly frowned.

"Bryant is here," Molly said flatly, gesturing at his car.

Zacky grinned. "Think he can score for us?" he asked excitedly.

"We don't need that idiot as a middle man," Molly hissed. She glared at Zacky, who shrunk back against the door.