Your head bangs against your skull as you fumble with the door, stumbling into the living room head spinning and vision dizzy. The familiar sounds of The Mill seep through the cracks of the house, chatter and music filling your ears, part-timers moving about the lively scene as the bar is in full swing.

God, your head hurts… The back door closes behind you as you brace yourself on a nearby wall, eyes trailing to the digital clock. 3:08 a.m. it reads, a little past your bedtime. Shit, how long were you out? You’d been gone to a party for hours, snuck out while Joel was busy and gotten drunk. Why? Fuck, can’t remember.

What you do remember though is how pissed Joel would be if he found you like this, so better get moving to those stairs quick.