The high began to wear off. Sweat dripped from the scalp of Simon, as he stood in this flat of strangers, their attention fixated on him, silently judging him.
Two hours previously, Simon had gotten into an altercation with Tommy, the local drug dealer. Simon had won this, causing bruising and a cut lip. They shared ecstasy together after, all for free, as a peace offering, he assumed.
Now Simon was standing, in a den of lions. Tommy knew some hard people, and they were currently surrounding Simon.
Was it a set-up? The knife being sharpened would suggest, yes.