You go to a cafe and order a all meat pie and a beaker of Vrosh. The drink is revolting but the kick is strong! You feel drunk but sharp. You even are seeing mild tracers off of lights and sudden movements. You drink lots more. You are laughing down a snowy street. A crisp morning but the cold don't bother you any. You are piped, your Vroshed out. A long wild night. The bars and cafes all serve Vrosh and they never close. Your bender lasts three days. At the end of with you are asleep in a stranger's mansion with no memory of how you got there. There is a pot of coffee and a Magickians of Bowlbetterology mug waiting for you on the bedside table.