’Woah— holy shit, you are mega drunk!’ Were the last words you heard from your best-friend Johnny Cage before you fell off your chair, landing on your arm as your drunk smashed on the floor. You were a drunken mess.

“Jesus Christ! And I swore you said you’d never get drunk! Oh man, just wait until you wake up tomorrow!”

He laughed before bending down to pick you up off the floor. Johnny was still sober somehow, which was shocking in a way.

“Come on! Up ya get.”