"Yes, well let’s try to avoid that as much as we possibly can. If one person can get in here, more will try and that is a problem I just don’t want to deal with. That scene from Pulp Fiction may look cool but it’s no where near as entertaining in real life."
Dylan gave a blank stare, what ever Pulp Fiction was it was lost on her and Thea’s words held no meaning to her.
"If you have any further trouble…" Thea said pulling out a small card with her name and number on it. "I don’t live far and I never miss a phone call from that line."
Dylan took the card and the medication from Thea, sliding the little white bottle into her back pocket and turned the card over in her hands, examining the name and number written on it. Now that she wasn’t a Lost Boy, it would be handy to have a nurse — as it stated on the cards — on tap. “Hopefully I won’t have any more trouble and you won’t have to find me in your drug cupboard again.”
"So a strong sleeping tablet." Thea repeated, tapping her finger to the chin. She walked over past Dylan to another shelf just beside her and stepped up onto a tiny stool before retrieving a bottle that was hidden behind other pale bottles that all looked pretty similar until you read the labels. Once down she held it out to the other woman, her grip not loosing until after she spoke. "Take one, two max and not anymore. Don’t drive or mess around with other heavy machinery and don’t mix with alcohol."
Dylan nodded, though she doubted it would help put an end to the nightmares even after over the counter medication and vodka hadn’t, but it was her only other option. She thought she had put the nightmares behind her after leaving Neverland, she knew it was only time before they resurfaced.
And now they had.
"Got it. No driving and no hijacking tractors."
"You’re right I don’t, but I do know that you could have avoided such ominous assumptions by just asking." Thea stepped forward following her gaze to the self. "What can I help you find?"
Dylan weighed out the options in front of her, she could allow the woman to help her, which would probably save her a lot of time or she could walk away and return later, but that risked the nightmares returning again and that was why she had came down here in the first place.
"Sleeping tablets." She confessed, wondering if that sounded as stupid to the other girl as it did to her. "Before you ask, yes I know you can get them at any corner shop but none of those work."
"You need a key to get into the really good stuff." The voice small but loud enough to cut through the silence. "We don’t make a habit of leaving those out in the open."
Dylan frowned, keeping her gaze on the shelf in front of her as she answered the voice, “You don’t even know what I’m looking for.”
Dylan pulled at the light switch, the light flickered to life, causing her to squint her eyes before searching the closet with her eyes. There was shelves upon shelves stacked with medication, she’d never find the medication she was looking for before someone returned.
Josh moved to the other side of the table to reassemble the balls in the triangle, leaning down to judge they were straight at eye level before he took it away.
Returning to the table, she waited for him to set up the balls before leaning down so she was eye level with the balls and lined up her shot carefully. ”Want to make this friendly game a little interesting?” She flicked her eyes up to him momentarily and then back on the balls before breaking.
Josh straightened his posture, examining her with a hint of suspicion. Twice she’d approached him in less than a week and he hoped she didn’t think a game of pool would make him change his mind on being a messenger boy.
"As long as you don’t do that." He agreed, pointing the cue to the ball she’d just stopped.
Dylan nodded. “Reset the table then.” She returned the ball to the table, letting it roll into the middle as she reached the wall behind Josh and grabbed herself a cue from that were hung up on the rack.
"How about that one?" She heard Liam ask, leaning over the back of the booth behind her and pointing towards Josh. Dylan shook her head, sliding out of the booth but not before telling the younger boy that he wasn’t ready to try and pick-pocket a roger yet and maybe he should stick to his video games tonight.
"Friendly game?" Dylan asked once she left Liam alone in the booth and joined Josh at the table, swiping up the ball he had just hit before it could roll into the pocket.
"Are you the authority on when a person has everything under control?" Roxy knew it was rude to snap the way she was but her nerves were stretched thin. The private investigator took a deep breath, telling herself to calm down. "I apologize, that was rude. Thank you for your help."
"No, but normally when a person’s crap is all over the floor that tends to suggest that they don’t have it under control."