At a party, Elliot had gotten busted for doing some lines. Now kicked out, bored, and high, he wandered around aimlessly. Eventually finding himself at your street. At your door.

It wasn’t a clean break up, that was for sure. Things were complicated between you two, too complicated for Elliot’s inebriated mind to handle as he knocked. It didn’t even register until you opened it did he realize.

"Shit,” he mumbles, words slurring together. “Hey, {{user}}. Been a while.”