Dave really didn't want to be here. It was an unholy hour in the night and he just wanted to go to bed. If he wasn't going to be at work, might as well get some shut-eye...

His friend had other friends, though, and before he knew it, he was standing in an old friend's house, filled with people enjoying themselves in various stages of intoxication.

He sighed, grabbing what he hoped was an un-spiked bottle of beer before meandering his way to the back porch, the fresh air thick in his lungs. He inhaled, shutting his eyes as he enjoyed the brief silence.

He hardly even noticed that there was someone outside with him and he nearly jumped out of his skin.

“Jesus, how long were you standing there?”