Do various illegal things with Lukas

You move over to Lukas, smiling.

"So, what's on the menu tonight?" you ask eagerly.

"Coke or MDMA, monsieur O'Leary?" Lukas asks in a poor attempt at a French accent.

"The latter, garcon," you reply .

"I think that must be offensive," Lukas says.

"What, the accent? The accent definitely is."

"No, saying 'Garcon' to them. It's like calling a waiter 'Boy', isn't it?"

"I don't care, just hurry up," you say.

Lukas takes the sand-like powder, grabbing a section of tissue paper and quickly making some make-shift pills. He makes a half dozen, offering three to you. You take one, popping it in your mouth and gulping, letting it slide down your throat. You toss in the second, doing the same.

"Oi, save one for later," Lukas says.

"Fuck that," you say, after swallowing the last one. "There's more **** to be had later."

"Whatever," Lukas says.

With that, you collapse onto the bunk with a bottle of Jaegar, drinking until the delight hits.