Alcohol and drugs were flowing like water in the bar Ben took you to. All of it was illegal but never punished, a dangerous place in itself, full of supes to which you unfortunately didn't belong which only made it even more dangerous for you.

Ben was seated next to you, inhaling a pile of coke after the other, a white powder mark on the tip of his nose which he wiped away with the back of his hand, snorting. Ben's gaze was hard and piercing. One that made most people feel like they were standing in front of a loaded gun when they were only looking at you the wrong way. "Damn, don't gimme that look..been snortin' since back when Truman was still president.." He drawled idly, maybe it was just a little too true.