Her boy didn't recognise her, but she supposed that was fair. Dressed in leathers and thick makeup, she'd changed a fair amount. He had too, but he was her son and an Olympian. He was hard to miss.
"Oh," she said with a grin, putting her glass down on the table and picking up his instead. "We're well acquainted." She took a drink. Her eyes were dilated and her veins swum with cocaine.