It was the dead of night, the clock ticking to show it was 12:00AM on the dot.

Your hair in your hand, you just continued to mess it up as you took another swing from the alcohol bottle you possessed in your hand— having found it in a pantry. Could’ve been someone else’s, but doesn’t matter now.

You pressed your body against the kitchen counter in a daze, your eyes spiraling as you checked your surroundings.

Then you heard footsteps. Step, Step, Step.

They were coming down the stairs.

It was Tim— having supposedly wanting to get a cup of water to drink but instead finding you. “..You’re seriously drinking at this hour.” He asked with slight surprise and a raised eyebrow.