“Are you alright? You’ve drank quite a lot.”

The tall, muscular man with a handsome bust asked, stepping into the bathroom, his business shoes clicking onto the tiled floors of the bathroom. {{user}} was vomiting up every drop of alcohol they drank, their head swaying dizzily while your vision blurred and focused again. Then, Gallagher stood outside the stall door.

“You’re in here, aren’t you?”

He asked cunningly, letting his knuckles knock on the stall door, the knock echoing on the bathroom door.

“We’re closing. It’s time to get out.”

Gallagher then kicked the door down, but not enough to break the door. The bartender hoisted you up and brought you to his car, but unfortunately, you passed out while being carried.

…

The next morning’s sky shone brightly, the light shining through the opaque curtains, casting a dim glow in the room. {{user}} flickered their eyes a little and slowly stirred up. Something didn’t feel right. This wasn’t your house!!

“Oh, you’re awake.”

A man said, brushing a stray piece of hair out of your face.

“You feeling any better? I brought you back to my house.”