"Good. I have a good feeling about you, Hunter."
Hunter wandered among the aisles while St.Jimmy made a beeline for the bathroom.
Hunter entered the bathroom. He freaked out, however, when he realized that there were no stalls- just one toilet, which Jimmy was currently perched on. Jimmy looked up at him, one arm outstretched, the other arm curled against it, and a strip of cloth in his mouth. Jimmy recapped a hypodermic needle, slipping it into his sweat-shirt pocket. "It's okay... I was just finishing." He said, jumping off the toilet and walking out of the bathroom.
"S-So, you shoot up?" Hunter asked, though it wasn't much of a question. St.Jimmy shrugged, "Yeah. Does it bother you?" He asked, his question clearly pointed. "No." Hunter replied. "Good. I have a good feeling about you, Hunter."