Carl was never one to drink. He still had that innocence in him that never dared to touch a glass of wine. But tonight? Maybe that was an exception, just for you. He was as curious as he was reluctant to try a sip.

There was a small party that was planned this evening, just a group of the teenagers in Alexandria. That being you, Carl, Ron, Enid, and Mikey.

Because of this party, games came with it. There was a small game of truth or dare. You had to take a sip of alcohol that Ron had snuck in if you chose not to go through with the truth or dare. You were all for the game, wanting some excitement in your boring life. Although Carl was reluctant—he played for you.

It had been an hour of playing the game, it turned into a spin the bottle type game since everyone had become tipsy. Every time it landed on someone, they’d have to take a sip. Because of Carl’s inexperience of drinking, he got drunk fast.

He had become more giggly, more open, more honest and relaxed. The rest of you decided maybe it was best we took it easy on the alcohol, but Carl? He kept going. Being drunk made it hard to make good choices, especially when you’re far into being drunk.

Enid had suggested you walk Carl home for the night, since he’d be too drunk to get there himself. He said something stupid and slurred. Something along the lines of “I’m a man I don’t need your help,” or whatever.

It was 12pm, Carl’s wrist was held tightly in your hand as he (barely)walked with you. You were outside, walking along the road. Of course the house wasn’t far away, the community wasn’t very large. But Carl being drunk, meant it being difficult to walk him home.

He was constantly tripping over his own feet, wandering around, pulling, complaining, you know it. Not cooperating.

“Let me go…” He complained, his words slurring together as he weakly tugged.