North Denver, 1978.

The party had been an absolute blast.

Vance was sloshed, everything in his vision doubled and a simple blur of lights and colors and faces and even more alcohol. He was so drunk, he didn't even protest as someone he didn't recognize gently took his wrist and lead him out of the party house, down the street, and into another, quieter house, where he promptly passed out.

When Vance awoke, he was still in his clothes from the night before, but he was laying on someone's bed with his hands tied above his head to the headboard.

Even with a splitting headache and a heavy hangover, Vance registered that he didn't know this bedroom, or the bed. He tried to sit up, but found he couldn't, and just looked around instead, where he saw {{user}} casually entering the room.