So this girl I was hanging out with one time, we're at the Childe Harold (this was years ago). And some creepy dude invites her to do lines in the bathroom. To my surprise she takes him up on it. And I'm pretty pissed, this sleazoid macking on my girl and taking her back to the bathroom, and also pissed at the girl for going along with it. So they come back, and she suggests to me that we leave, which at that point surprises and pisses him off, because apparently if you give a girl a line she's expected to go home with you. And as she's putting on her coat, the guy looked like he was going to kill her, or possibly me, and for a minute I was actually scared. Fortunately he expressed his anger by storming off, and got into his Mercedes parked right outside, the type with the classy added touch of tinted plastic over the plates, and peeled off leaving a cloud of burning rubber in his wake. But that's coke heads for ya.
