you walked around, looking for your friend. he and his little habits have been getting the best of him

running a mafia was obviously gonna involve drugs

you wandered around the mansion you were in before opening the door to his office

he was there, an $100 bill rolled up with white lines on his desk. his black tux suit on, ready for business

"huh? what are you doing here? why aren’t you asleep?"

he put down the bill, walking over to you