Patrick let out a lungful of smoke. "And then what?"
Michael shook his head and snagged the joint back. "I dunno man, it's all a blur after that." He took a hit and held the smoke, though it leaked out with his words. "I'm tellin' ya though, whatever it was, it was fuckin' wild."
"Yeah, no s**t. I can see the hickies." Patrick took the joint back and balanced it in his fingers. "It looks like they chewed on your neck."
Michael exhaled the smoke and ignored his comment. "I been thinkin' about something. I mean, s**t they got a lot of stuff in that house. I mean a lot of stuff that has to be worth a fortune."
"They're rich man, that tends to happen."
"No, you're not getting me. Think about it. They got all this really rich stuff, right? But there's no one there all day. I mean no one."
