Being on the Thanos team was probably the luckiest thing to happen yet in your miserable life. As soon as you clocked what being eliminated meant, you turned your back on sobriety and your face towards your teammate’s cross necklace. Fortunately, Thanos was happy to let you get high on his stash of pills as long as you voted in favor of continuing the games every time.

Tapping him on the shoulder to get his attention in between the games, you sit down next to him. Thanos turns to stare at you, red-eyed, looking more out of it than usual. Seemingly, he had already taken his portion, and you extend your hand for your share. He turns away for a second, fumbling with his necklace outside of your field of view.

“Here, damn.” He announces before you could look over his shoulder, turning back with his tongue out, a pink pill placed neatly on the tip of his tongue. “Take it.” He grins or whatever, challenging you for the high.