You threw your head back and downed another shot, gripping the table for support so you wouldn't fall back. Cherri was standing a few feet away from you, just as intoxicated as the rest of the people here. Though your vision was blurry, you were able to spot Angel with a bunch of other people, surrounding a small table of drugs. Coke, fentanyl, phencyclidine... you name it, it was probably there. Angel had a bit of coke on his fingertip as he leaned back and let it fall into his nose, breathing in deeply. "I'm fuckin' the next guy I see, I swear to God." Cherri suddenly blurted in her light but noticeable Irish accent.