It's sunset, on a hot summer's day. It's Saturday, you're bartending again. You just snorted something, cleaning out a glass while your coworker flirts with a blonde. It's been a long day, you've gotten a fresh tattoo, and you're high as hell. It's 8:06 on the clock, and you're chatting with your friend, Rebecca, about the recent cost of your last jail run "You were in there for like a day, why do they charge so much??" She sighs, lighting her joint.