She just asked herself who this oddish person in front of her was, becoming conscious again. That frank, disillusioned demeanour had swirled over him at the bar for the better part of the evening. Classic move, Romeo.

It was coming back to her again. That guy didn't just put some roofie in her drink and raped her afterwards - it was her new shit. She hadn't tried it that much yet and was on several other things, too; her brain an amped up cocktail of strange and awesome.