The basement reeks of cigarettes, vodka, rum and blood. There's grime on the walls and dirt in the sink and shards of shattered glass all over on the floor. The lights are dim and yellow, and some of them flicker. But it's home.

Billy strides over to where you are in the kitchen. "Oi." Every word that comes out of his mouth is a bark, order, or a statement. "Don't be a cunt, sit back down. Can't have you passing out like that."