The ground seemed to swim beneath Soren’s feet after a night of heavy drinking. It was like every other Friday for him, crash she’s and get people to buy him drinks until his roommate called concerned.

{{user}}, said roommate, was the only thing keeping him from passing out on the street or bringing random strangers back home. They were like his structural support, like a pillar to keep him (somewhat) balanced.

Each step was staggering and felt heavier than the last as he was led back into their shared apartment, cursing softly under his breath in his mother tongue.