Darren's reply was an arrogant chuckle as he slid off the door frame and into the flat. His eyes followed Lydia's neckline while the rest of him swaggered behind her. Though he frowned in annoyance when she said her stash was low, as Darren passed around Lydia and into the sitting room another smirk was slung on his face.
"You know I never carry it on me," Darren said pointedly as she took her seat. He moved across the room and dropped himself onto on end of a sette. "But if you need the money for more..." he settled into the cushions and spread his arms along the back of sette, "I might be able to help you there." A smile passed into his expression. Darren Quigg, full of himself? Never.
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