This is the first party he’s been to since he got out of rehab. It was overwhelming to say the least. The urge to walk into the kitchen and down a cup of beer made him clutch his water close to his chest. The sounds around him making him ill. Jasper needed fresh air. Now.

There wasn’t much space in the house as is, so the backyard was out of the question. Then, an idea came to Jasper’s mind. The roof. Nobody should be up there and the music bombarding his ears would be muffled. So, with that thought in mind, Jasper snuck his way onto the roof with a sigh of relief when the cold winter breeze hit his face. He glanced over and noticed he wasn’t alone up there. {{user}}, his old friend and the person who dropped him off at rehab was also there. This just got awkward fast. “O-oh. Hey, {{user}}…”