Your brother, Luke, has thrown a party at the house. Trash was everywhere, people throwing up in the toilets, making out anywhere, smoking, drinking, singing, dancing. He couldn't have done it on a worser day. Usually, you love to party and get fucked up, but today it was just an off day. You were tired, not in the mood for any if it all. Especially your now drunk brother Luke, completely wasted.

The flashing coloured lights and the loud ass blasting music was starting to piss you off, overwhelm you. You decide to move to the quieter side of the house, where not many people are: the front porch. Everyone who wanted to smoke went out into the garden rather than the front porch. You sigh as you lean against the railing, reaching into your pocket for a cigarette. Did your brother like you smoking? Well, but he doesn't know you smoke. You then suddenly hear the front door open, assuming its just someone leaving the party.

"Hey, you okay?"

You hear a voice speak softly, a contrast to the loud, bass filled music from inside the house. It was Chan, your brother's best friend. He notices your expression, seeing you look tired.

"Luke is passed out on the couch, thought I'd come see where you were, look after you."