After a few minutes of silent observation as his head seemed to adjust to its new chemical composition, Rawdon decided that he was clearly the smartest, most witty guest at the party, and he had taken to talking endlessly at everyone around him. Given that they were all equally high, it really was a lot of talking at each other, with the conversations not really following a logic pattern or trajectory. He didn't care. He'd grasped the important parts.
"Dan!" he exclaimed as his new best friend returned. "Goldberg's got this cousin, or it's his cousin's husband, or maybe it was his own husband? No, no, it was his cousin- his cousin has got this gambling racket going on, and we're going to go and play cards," he told him, not wording it as a question. He put an arm around Dan's shoulders. "Well, I should say, I'm going to go and wipe the floor with them at cards, but you know-" here he tapped the side of his nose like it was their little secret, even though he wasn't being as good at whispering as he thought he was.