The music seemed to be too loud that night. Too loud. Junhoe couldn’t recall what all he had allowed himself to take into his system-- Whether it was a mixture of the drinking and the smoking, or the substance was laced with something was all irrelevant now that the damage was done. All he knew was that the room felt like it was spinning tremendously and all of his surroundings seemed to pulsate in rhythm to the beat of music filling the household. He needed to get alone to himself -- and quick -- before he was spiraling out control. Pushing his way past bodies upon bodies of people, he reached forth with a trembling hand, and grasped a hold of the staircase railing, gripping the mahogany with white knuckles in a desperate attempt to stay up-right as he strived to make it up the stairs.
When he finally stumbled upon an empty bedroom -- luckily enough, one with a vacant bathroom in it -- he shut the door behind him and proceeded to take care of business. It wasn’t too long after he’d lost most of what he’d taken in that night, and rinsed both his face and mouth out with water from the sink, that he ventured off into the bedroom, and lay himself down upon the down of the mattress. The bass from the music downstairs reverberated throughout the entire house, sounding off a dull, consistent ‘thump’ against the floor below. Comforted by the darkness of the room void of people other than himself, he allowed his eyes to fall shut until he would be able to regain himself enough to make it back down the stairs and head back to his apartment.
He had just began to doze off when he heard the door to the room click open, then slam shut behind the intruder. Junhoe’s eyes snapped open into a glare, though he couldn’t make out the figure who imposed on him. His voice sounded off in a cracked, dry groan, before forming a slurred, barely intelligible dismissal, “Occupied... Find another room to shag in.”
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