People at clubs do drugs.

Yeah. No shit, right? So what do you do when you find a coworkers dope? Leave it? Do it? Flush it? I left it. It’s easier to figure out who’s it is that way. I’m pretty sure I know, and care more about what it’s doing to her friends than to her, but if it’s someone else, I’ll be very sad.
So what was I doing looking for this shit? Because I had to know. Suspicions aren’t enough for me. I need hard proof. It’s the one game I play. Unfortunately, I’m pretty good at it.