It was past 1 A.M. and the party was still happening in full. The music was blaring and drinks were still being poured. William had finished what he thought was his 5th cup of something, just whatever was in his cup. Tequila? Vodka? He couldn’t remember.

Now it was hitting him hard. His head was pounding and he felt like the world was spinning.

William pulled a couple out of the bathroom who had clearly been trying to make out. He closed the door behind you before hunching over the toilet.

“Ugh, I’m never drinking again.” He swore, knowing he would probably be doing the same exact thing next week. His hands clutched the seat.

William let out a groan. He let his head hang over the opening. “Can you call Mark?” Even drunk, he didn’t trust either of you to drive.