London:
Eventually, I laughed, and returned to my seat, fastening my pocket so no one else could take my pills. I knew everybody was mad at me for creating chaos, but it was worth it. I lit a cigarette- no, I wasn't addicted, I just liked the occasional stress-reliever- ignoring their judging stares.
Meth was glaring at me, and I could tell he was going to go at my neck any second. I mouthed, Come get some, sweetheart.
I turned to the guy who was supposed to be in charge.
"Such a great job you're doing, O King." I said sarcastically, blowing smoke in his face.
