Drunk and lagging but not ready to go home. Choose one of the manye cramped stalls, she fumbles for a lighter, pulling a notebook from a purse along with a vial, no doubt one of many, containing more pills than you would have thought for such a small space, and she starts crushing them and I'm out of cash so I roll up the receipt reading my currount account balance, a healthy 18$ in the red, and we snort the pills and walk back out to join the others. We're still dancing, and I'm still sort of drunk but my buzz is fading and the pills don't seem to do a thing for me.....