The door opens and rock star Motely Howe is standing there with a bottle of Uglavarian Vrosh in his hand. "Cheers!", He says, come on in, looks like you two could use a drink". You sure could. As could the lady, she is named Sue. You kick back the harsh local brew and between coughs and gags you explain about the club burning down.
"Fuck!", Exclaims Motly, "That sucks, looks like you could use more then just a drink". He pulls out his vial necklace from under his shirt. It contains a white powder. He sets up a half line for each of you. "Don't even ask what it is, just snort it", Says Motely. She does without hesitating and you follow her. Another drink while this powerful ripping buzz churns up and up. The night slips into a ecstatic haze. You remember laughing a lot, kissing Sue. Later fucking her on a revolving bed, or it seemed to be revolving. You remember Motely serving the two ice cream cones on old fashioned carousel horses. You remember laying back on a couch just slowly breathing and feeling so fucking wonderful you wanted nothing else but that moment to float on forever. You wake up in the morning that next day beside Sue. A vintage victorian era room. Fantastic. A bottle of ice water and a couple glasses on the bed side table.