Extend the Story - Add a Room

The powder shoots into your nostrils quickly and you instantly notice a disgustingly bitter taste draining down the back of your throat. It is so bad, it gags you, and you cover your mouth, afraid to puke again right there in front of Scott. "Tasty, isn't it?" he asks you, and you're not sure if he's joking or not so you just laugh. It's true that you actually feel a little bit better suddenly, and you think to yourself that this isn't at all what you thought it would be. "Thanks, man," you tell him, handing him back the dollar bill straw. "This isn't bad." "See?" says Scott. "You know where to find me if you want any more." Leaving the office, you pass several people and return to the bathroom to wash your mouth out. That taste is really nasty. Inside the bathroom, you notice that your pupils are dilated and you have a few remnants of the powder around your nose. You also are sniffing a lot, and would love to blow your nose, but don't. Satisfied with your appearance after cleaning up a little bit, you leave the bathroom. You are really feeling good now. So good, in fact, that you would like to find Scott now and get some more of that stuff for later. Glancing at the clock in the hallway, you realize it is almost midnight.

You figure, what the heck? I'm late already. You go to find Scott.