The splitting hangover woke you up before the sun or your alarm could. Afer a long vomit into the trash, you clear off the remnants of bottles, baggies, and cigs off your desk. You couldve sworn you came in with someone last night... Doesnt matter. Right now you need-

The doorbell rings.

Ash: Heelloo? You in there?

Fuck. It was Ash. You knew him for about forever, since middle school. He was always a soft guy, inside and out. Pretty too. But he didnt quite take the dive you did. In fact, he doesnt even know about you "free time activites".