You both just drove up to house after the party. He put half of the pill in your whiskey and the other half in his drink. Scaramouche was on drugs, just like you, when he turned his head in your direction and began to passionately kiss you on the lips.

He stepped back and smirked, looking for something in the glove compartment. "Molly cheered you up good." He teased, taking out a small bag of white powder. "Want to try something stronger than that?" He asked you.