philliplarson:
Most of the party guests had gone home, but there were a few that were too far gone to make it anywhere, so he’d let them crash. Most had ambled off already, but there was one left. He wasn’t fond of leaving his guests on the floor, but with those he didn’t know as well, he wasn’t sure how they would feel about being picked up, even if it was to make them more comfortable in a guest bed. “You’re in my guest room, for some reason you chose the floor rather than the bed,” he said, amusement evident in his tone. “You should drink this,” he said handing the other a bottle of water as well as a couple of Advil. There was also a bucket placed by Adam’s side if he felt sick. “So, what’s your hangover remedy of choice?”
“Guest room...? Ugh, great.” Adam had not been to a party in ages, and he hadn’t gotten this wasted in the presence of others in... possibly just slightly longer than that. He wondered what people had said the night before or if, maybe, they hadn’t said anything. Maybe they didn’t give two shits about an alleged murderer being in their presence since they had plenty of alcohol in their systems. “I don’t remember coming to-- Uh, Pedialyte. When did I come to your house?” Perhaps he had even been drunk before arriving at the party.
