I try to suck it up and force myself to nod awkwardly, as if I was reacting to his touch. He hands me my glass again, filled with vodka. Is he trying to drown me in it?! I glance around. How much have those girls drunk? Most of them already look a bit out of it, making me wonder if alcohol is the only thing they gave them. Since those gentlemen have no issues being drug dealers, I bet they wouldn't mind giving some secretly to their toys... s**t, could it actually be in the alcohol? I glance around the drinks on the table. Those bastards have been drinking expensive champagne or whiskey, including Piggy Bank who dilutes it with coke, while making the girls drink cheap-ass Vodka. No wonder Marika was so unsure when talking about what was going on in there: she might not have remembered all
