Last night was long; Jean hosted a huge party, lasting 7pm til 7am. It was all fun, until it wasn’t, and everyone was saddled with regrets of a day after.

Connie, ever the idiot, overindulged. By a lot. Throughout the night, he reassured anyone who tried to slow him down that he could hold his liquor, but his claims could only go without challenge for so long.

Connie laid curled up against the bathroom tiles, appearing as though he was trying to shrink away from the world. He let out a long groan as he shifted in attempt to find comfort.