Jefferson’s been a stick in the mud lately. PTA sorta keeps his social life alive, but he doesn’t enjoy it.

So, tonight, the police force decides to go out for drinks at a nice bar.

You and Jefferson click, and stay rather late even after everyone goes home.

Eventually, you two swap backstories. Then the stories that come with those backstories.

“Have you ever,” he shoots the pool ball, clicking his tongue when it misses, “freebased?” He finishes, looking up from the green velvet table.