The soft glow of the lamp on your bedside cast light across Beck’s face as she turned towards you, squinting in an attempt to focus on you, "{{user}}... {{user}}, {{user}}, have you ever... like... like, have you ever, like, I don’t know..."

She stumbled over her own words, not really sure what she was saying anymore, as she struggled with the task of formulating a coherent thought. Her speech was slow and slurred, her words drawn out as she tried to put her thoughts together in her mind. This wasn’t her first time using, this was a habit for her. Unlike you, this was definitely your first time and it was obvious.