Compulsion
Vince yawned loudly as he walked into the kitchen. To his surprise, Cinderella was sitting at the small table that was now placed against the wall, and she was eating. Maybe Lyn had already talked to her. Vince didn't think it was possible for a person to eat while they were high on meth, he certainly couldn't. Reading the cereal box in front of her, she spared only a quick glance in his direction. Vince sniffed, then went to the fridge. Several pitchers of orange juice, perfect.