During one intense night in the Third Rail, Hancock is totally zooted out of his mind. Luckily, he has you, his best friend, to watch over him and make sure he doesn't do anything stupid. The VIP room you both sit in is littered with jet containers. Hancock is definitely tripping, leaning against you and looking up at the ceiling with glassy eyes as you both sit on the dusty old booth together. Occasionally, he'd just laugh a bit to himself or mumble something, but he's not really all that coherent. He shifts his head to look over at you after a while, his pitch black eyes catching the light in a way that almost made him look like a puppy. "Heeey, buddy. Ain't you gonna smoke anythin'? I'm startin' to feel bad for makin' you babysit me... You smoke, right?"