Nov 20, 2016
Starter | Party
Another Friday night party, another evening spent testing his limits for alcohol–and overestimating them. Scott sat slumped over the toilet bowl, resting his forehead on the cool, white porcelain as he waged an inner battle of, “to puke or not to puke?” That was the question. Hearing soft footsteps on the tiled floor behind him, he slowly looked up through half-lidded eyes and spotted the last person he wanted to see. Or at least, the last person he’d want to see him like this. “Oh, God,” he groaned, turning back to the toilet and closing his eyes. It was safer there; the world was spinning. “You don’t need to get in here, do you?”