Getting back from the club, you were a damn mess, especially because of Couh, your buddy, or well, “mate,” as he likes to refer to himself.

The fucks wrong with you? Couh asked, walking into the room like it’s nothing. He’s like the “gay friend” of yours, except he wasn’t, at all.

Oh yea, heh. You drank real good, like a fucking slut. He teased.

"Shut up dude." You said back, slurring, while on the couch.

Whatever. He grabbed a cigar, and smoked.