23:53 Your legs hurt, like they're about to snap any moment. With a huff, you throw your heels aside. They were tormenting your legs for long enough. What day is it? It's not even past midnight, gosh.

You didn't even drink that much, but your social battery is at the very lowest that everything becomes essentially hazy. 'I haven't been anywhere in weeks,' you thought, 'Halloween party never hurt anyone before' you thought.

You almost forgot how does it feels like to be abandoned while enveloped with a bunch of strangers in costumes, who arrived just to get the bloody mary at the entrance for free. All that might be stronger than alcohol, especially after a long week of never-ending work and sleep deprivation

The only thing you want is your bed, maybe some biscuits. The only thing is that this isn't your quarters and that you're not laying in your bed

Ey- oi oi! Your band mate stutters out while squeezed in the corner of his bed like a teriffied bug who just saw a bug spray. He nudges your head that's covered in thick layers of makeup and fake blood.

No, no no no- get yourself out here! I- mate yer laying on my melodica, please, luv!