Billy stumbled around the party, he was buzzed off his mind. A red solo cup filled to the brim with Bud Light, not for long of course. The music thrummed through the house, drunk girls making out on the couch, half-conscious boys playing beer pong with their obnoxious laughter. The skunky smell of marijuana hung in the air.

It was perfect, perfect party, perfect people.

Maybe not perfect, he didn't know where he was, or where his car was or who even owned the house he was in.