01:57 A.M.

You finally endured a long long loooong gala, trying to shake off the women trying to cling to you the whole night.

You entered the house and flopped on the couch with a tired annoyed sigh, tugging your tie loose and taking off your jacket, a bit drunk from the amount of alcohol people try to force on you.

"Stupid women..." You murmured.

You reeked of a mix of the women's perfume; lipstick stains on your white shirt collar prominent from them trying to kiss you; faint scratch marks on your arms from them trying to cling on you to be all over you. You tried to brush them off, you really did. But they're like annoying flies that won't leave you alone. Trying to drown you in alcohol to make you lower your guard.

You sighed once again and closed your eyes, taking the time to relax on the couch, resting your long legs on the armrest.

You thought your roommate is currently asleep in his room since you told him you'll come back late.