Scene in an Amsterdam Hostel

The situation:

It is close to midnight. Sally and Sean are going to bed.

The room has three bunks. Sean is on the bottom bunk near the window. Sally is on the top. The bunk across the room is empty. The bunk closest to the door has a guy who has been passed out since 5:30 pm sleeping there. What is a disconcerting is that he is completly un-responsive and has moved the garbage can close to his head so that he can puke into it.

Earlier Sally has told Sean that the day prior earlier there were Mexicans who had been dividing up a huge pile of marijuana on one of the beds. Also someone told her that the night before there was a girl laying in the middle of the room screaming and laughing all night tripping out on mushrooms.

... Peter enters the room ...

Peter (to comatose): "Hey man are you alright? You want to go out?"
Comatose: no response

Peter: "Hi, where are you from?"
Sally: "Do you think we should get him some water?"
Peter (to comotose): "DO YOU WANT SOME WATER?" (no response)
Peter: "He is ok. He bought three joints and smoked one too fast. Amateur. Thing is he was talking shit about being able to smoke all three."

Sally: "Israel"
Peter: "Dundee"
Peter (Staggers back hand in front of his body): "Israel, wow, Israel, that is too intense. I've never met someone from Israel. Wow. Israel? Israel?. I am going to freak out!"
Sally: "So are you on pot as well?"
Peter: "No". Jumps onto his bed.

Peter: "I'm not sure what I have been doing. I have done some cocaine and maybe some ecstacy. I can't remember.". Peter reaches into his pocket to grab a baggie. Baggie flies up into the air and down behind the bed. "Fuck. There goes my ecstacy, I cannot remember if I took some of that or not".
Sally: "So you are doing cocaine? That is pretty hardcore?"
Peter: "Yeah. I do it on weekends at home and while I am here why not?"
Sally: "Does the rest of your group do cocaine?"
Peter: "Nah. I am the only one. The rest are on pot or booze."

Sally: "Can I see the cocaine?"
Peter: "It isn't very good. I tested the first batch and the second batch I was a bit drunk at the time. I put some on my gums but to be honest I didn't really test it at all".

Peter jumps off his bed and shows Sally the cocaine: A bit of white powder wrapped in a small piece of white paper.

Peter then clears off a side table and puts the cocaine on the table. He then starts making a line with it using his key card.

Sally: "You don't have to do that now"
Peter: "Don't worry. It's ok. It's not that good anyway"

Sally takes out video camera and films the cocaine and Peter together.
Peter then snorts cocaine up his nose.

Sally: "How does that feel?"
Peter: "Ok"
Peter jumps back onto bed.

Sally: "So did you visit the Red Light district?"
Peter: "Yeah."
Sally: "Did you visit any of the women?"
Peter: "Getting personal no?...ok...Yeah I did"
Sally: "What did you do?
Peter: "I visited two."
Sally: "Two! How much did that cost?
Peter: "50 euros each. With the cocaine that was 200 euros tonight! Fuck I can't keep spending that kind of money."
Peter: "Actually I left my watch at the first hooker's. At first I thought it was stolen but I remembered and she was real nice about giving it back."
Sally: "So what was the experience it like?"
Peter: "Ok. Alright. You are in Amsterdam you have to do it for a larf"
Peter: "Actually...God... Nah... I cannot say.... Well actually I didn't 'finish' either time"

Peter: "It was pretty disappointing actually. The interaction is pretty shallow - not good. The conversation and interaction we are having right now is much better and open than the one with the prostitutes."
Sally: "So therefore, all you have to do is cocaine and you can get this better kind of interaction then."
Peter: "noh...that's not why I do it"
Peter: (slyly) "ok. yeah. it is".

... later, Peter stands up and puts his head through ceiling tiles ...
... next morning Sally gets out of Peter's bunk and heads home to Israel ...

... next day ...
Peter and friend:
Friend: "Nice tattoo"
Peter: "My mom was so upset when she saw it. She was almost crying"
Friend: "What if she found out about the cocaine"
Peter: "Someone already told her about the weekends"
Peter: "Well if she tries to kick me out, I will just tell her I'll quit uni"