DK and BrianMaps

Conversations and laughter rolled around the room, colliding with each other and dissolving into the roar of music that beat on the ears.
-Hey, are you okay?
You slowly raised your gaze from the floor and saw your acquaintance. There was something soft, almost caring, in his smile, as if he alone in this chaotic universe noticed your state. You smiled weakly in return.
"You look tense. Want me to help you relax? I guarantee you'll have a blast!"
A playful note crept into his voice. The pain intensified, as if confirming the necessity of any rescue. You nodded briefly, quickly. The word "yes" barely escaped your lips. He nodded understandingly and, lightly touching your hand, led you through the crowd, away from the light, the noise, and the stares. The restroom door closed. The music was muffled here. The guy reached into his pocket and pulled out a roll of blue duct tape. The white powder scattered across the countertop in a thin line, contrasting with the dark wood. He held out a bill, rolling it into a narrow tube. His throat was dry.
Deep breath. One second. Two.
At first, nothing. Then, it was as if someone had slowly cranked up the focus. The pain in my temples began to recede, dissolving into a soft ringing. The air grew thicker and lighter at the same time, my breathing quickened. The world seemed to fill with electricity. My knees trembled, barely holding me up. The familiar figure had vanished, but that no longer mattered.
A sharp silence.
The music stopped. The laughter died down. The room froze. You slowly turned around, feeling reality shift again. Two tall figures in blue uniforms stood at the bar. One of them noticed you and said something to his partner. Both of them walked straight toward you. Your heart sank. Your body trembled more intensely—no longer from a surge of energy. Your attempt to pull yourself together shattered like glass.

• Hey, why are you so screwed? What happened? Where did you get it?
  The taller, red-haired man's rough voice rang out sharply, almost deafeningly. The other man was silent, but his gaze was cold and heavy, like a sentence. And amidst the chaos of thoughts, one clear and distinct thought flashed: "You can't answer. "