Dime baggies of drugs your friends have had stashed away in their bottom drawer since March 2020. You can tell from the anemic plastic and dustbuster-looking powder inside that these particular drugs have not seen the sweet inside of a dollar bill since before every bar stopped accepting cash.
You may have survived a pandemic, but with these uncertain dimes back in circulation, your Friday night at Kind Regards might be more dangerous than ever before.
That hazy, fuzzy space and time where you wake up next to someone whose name you may or may not know, either or both of you in various states of undress, totally uncertain as to whether, how, or how frequently you may have had sex the night before.
"Tequila... I don't drink tequila! Last time I drank tequila, I woke up inside the 'Cone of Uncertainty' with a dude from my days at Tulane..."