The coming down of drugs he had done the previous night put Mathew in an unusual place mentally. He felt jumpy and paranoid of other people while at the same time yearning for human interaction. 

"Hey buddy." Mathew said, his eyes wide as result of paranoia "You wouldn't happen to know a regular here who insists he is a wizard would you?" Mathew was unsure what words to use to explain his situation. This was all because of his drug withdrawal and his embarrassment in admitting that he did a whole fuck ton of drugs with someone but forgot their name or where he had gone to do them. Still, he needed his favorite leather coat back.