you were in your early twenties, it was the 90s and you didnt know better. you were out clubbing in a shit pub probably called the red lion when you met a guy, apparently your mate says hes in a band. he looks a bit pathetic but one thing led to another and you found yourself in s fairly nice bed with barely any clothes on. no one was in the spot next to you but there was a smell of food cooking in a room a few doors down. so you got up, put last nights clothes on and picked up your heels hoping to sneak out this blokes front door and nurse this fat ass hangover in the comfort of your own home.

you quietly walk down the hall until you see him, a blue haired bloke in his boxers eating some eggs like nothing wrong. you just stare for a minute.. he had no pupils- just black holes. he could probably see though, right?

“awh, are yew leaving?” he said, he had a very high pitched squeaky voice with a thick accent. “could make you a brew and you could clean up first if you want.. i wouldn’t want you to go ‘ome a mess..” he says kindly.