ROB MIX 182

(MA) Mature Audiences - Coarse Language, Drug References, Sexual References, Advanced Concepts
The stretched Hummer pulls up at the dance club with the hip-hop blaring. We make our way inside and through the smoke, we find our way to the bar. The cocktails are expensive but there is five dollar magic mushroom kombucha punch in plastic cups. After a couple of these, we are jumping up and down like dickheads on the dancefloor with no conception of consequence. Our friends lead us in a conga line out into the carpark, but they mysteriously disappear and we are left alone with the grunge in a sushi train bar. The kombucha really starts to kick in and things get weird, but we are saved by an Uber that appears and the driver is adamant that we ordered it, even though we didn't. In any case we are firmly on the path home and all that matters now is a drink of water and the fresh bed. There is a time and place for everything, but I'm struggling to find one for this