'Sure,' she whispered back. Ray grinned at her, took her hand and helped her out of the beanbag.
They followed Tommy into the small, drab bathroom in seventies mustard yellow. On the bench was a large hand mirror. Tommy pulled a ziplock bag of white powder and a handful of cut down straws out of his pocket, emptied a pile of the powder on to the mirror, and cut it into lines with a business card. He bent over, held one nostril shut with his finger and stuck the straw in the other nostril. Eva watched the line of powder disappear up the straw. Tommy removed the straw and stood up. Ray gestured for Eva to go next.
'You go,' she said to him. She needed more time to prepare herself. She watched Ray stick the straw in his nostril and suck up the powder. He stood back and nodded at her.
'Take
