You go into the Men's room. You have these lovely bottles that you sit on the sinks. You check the stalls. No one here. A few short smears of blood. You find a broken mirror a razor blade and a little baggie of cocaine in the smeared stall. You chop yourself a line off the filthy bathroom sink. Really good. Your whole face is numb! Now you break into that 16 year old gin bottle. Smooth! You are chopping and sipping and feeling so good.