Darrel "Butt Chugging" DeBusk takes a sip of cheap whiskey. The cigarette stuck to his lip drops a finger of ash into the glass. He sighs, flicks the butt behind the bar and lights up another lucky strike. Double whiskey no rocks. And a funnel, he says.
When DeBusk comes to, the toothy whore beside him rolls her bloodshot eyes. DeBusk groans and scans the blurry room. His holster on the floor is empty, his Luckies are soggy and broken in their pack, his flacid cock is wearing a glow-in-the-dark condom. Son of a buttchugging bitch, he says.