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((SEND ME “🍻” FOR MY MUSE TO FIND YOURS PASSING OUT ON THE BATHROOM FLOOR DURING A HOUSE PARTY, CLEARLY DRUNK OFF THEIR HEAD.))
This was an awful turn of events. Ryan had offered an invite to Roderich and when he said “party”, Roderich had imagined a small get together, and maybe light drinking. A houseful of people and a kitchen counter full of cheap liquor and beer was the reality but Roderich stayed anyway. Water was his drink of choice and when midnight rolled around, he needed to relieve himself. A group of people cheered from the kitchen and Roderich rolled his eyes before shoving through the crowd to the hall bathroom. Whatever they were cheering for, he didn’t care; he just wanted to use the bathroom and leave.
Upon opening the bathroom door, however, his plans changed. A girl was gently stirring on the floor and Roderich dropped down beside her. A glistening sheen of sweat coated her forehead and cheeks but her breathing as regular. He thought about calling an abmulance but if she was uninsured, she would probably kill him. Roderich’s eyes darted around the room and found a hand towel by the sink; he wet it, wrung it out a little, and pressed the icy rag to the girl’s face. ‘Please, God,’ he thought, ‘Don’t let her throw up on me when she wakes up.’
