She was drunk, beyond words, as she had gone out earlier that night. After the advice of a friend, she had left the house on her way to something along the lines of a bar, to possibly meet new people, though she wasn't so keen on that. She had found one rather quickly, where she stepped in and ordered herself a drink, however rather than taking a drink and walking up to people to make new possible friends, she stayed seated where she was, finishing her drink and ordering a new one, repeating that process maybe about six to seven times. Hence she had gotten to this point, wandering around the barely lit streets at night, swaying from side to side. She was on her way home, yet completely unaware she had been walking in the wrong direction. Minutes and minutes of slow strutting passed, and she still had no idea where she was, the influence of the alcohol had only made her mind more wary than it usually already was. Whilst walking, or rather dragging herself along the street, she had missed the broken tile on the ground, causing her stumble over it and collide with the floor in a rather harsh manner, knees and palms scraping along the ground and a pained grunt passing her lips. 'Fuck.'