Who Fell Into Whose Trap?

Jefferson couldn't help but take a third sip. On his third sip, it was no longer strong or aromatic. It suddenly made him feel a little light-headed. He felt like the bar was shaking along with everyone in it. What kind of alcohol could let a person have so many different experiences within such a short period of time? Jefferson had no idea. However, he knew of one substance that, once taken, could make people feel immortal. It could also make people fall into an infinitive hell — drugs! Drugs! Most legitimate bars hated this kind of thing. For a business to lace their own drinks to get their customers addicted and earn money was horrible. Such a person, even if he was not a drug dealer, should be arrested and locked up for decades. "How do you feel now?" The woman put down the glass and took out a cigarette from her bag. She lit it, took a puff, and slowly spat out a ring of smoke toward Jefferson. "Do you want one?" "Feel?" Jefferson looked up at the woman, only to find that the imag