The Opium Dream

The light was dim and the air was filled with the scent of opium. Two men were sitting on a divan, talking. Their half-empty glasses were standing on the table.
Henry was saying something but Victor wasn't listening. He could only hear humming in his ears. Like from a factory.
Victor noticed the men were sitting very close. Touching. He could feel Henry's fingers on his thigh. He had two glasses already and the poisoned air wasn't helping either. He needed to concentrate.
"Five and five is ten, three times three is nine." more random numbers. Counting. It usually helped.