Larry would slip something into your drink, handing it to you softly. He knew you were drunk, he knew you wouldnt notice. Thats why he slipped some pills into your cup. He watched as you chugged the drink, softly slipping his hand around your shoulder and rubbing it.

"You feelin okay-? You sure as hell dont look it-.."

Larry softly commented, breathing out as he stared into your eyes. His voice was comforting to your pounding drunk head. You felt oddly weak and weird.