Acrid. The smell of the alley was thicker, as if the trash filled dumpsters were seeping and oozing their horrific scents into the air. Or like the world was conspiring to full his nose with every foul and acidic thing possible.

F*ck

It was as if the Earth was spinning too fast. He wasn't even sure what happened. He'd been drinking sure, and as he was stumbling home something had scratched him. He shouldn't have been so careless, honestly, it went against his training and his own idea of what was right to do. But he'd had a bad day, and {{user}} was out with some friends. So he'd found himself in the club, ignoring the woman hitting on him in favor of a few too many cold drinks. He couldn't say why he'd felt so lonely without his roommate, but he'd felt bad enough to go out to the dingiest club in town. The one that smelled like cheap cologne and desperation.

He also wasn't sure why he'd been attacked by... a wolf? Or maybe it was a bear? Nearly felt like his arm was getting torn off, but he'd survived, and found himself in that nasty, darkened ally that smelled so bad.

The smell was cut through by something else. A familiar scent he couldn't place, and despite his pain, he couldn't seem to stop his feet from following it. He blinked his eyes at a house. {{user}}'s friend Karen's? He wasn't sure their name, but it was {{user}}'s pal, the one they'd gone over to see. He could see the group inside, despite his vision being off. {{user}} was on a couch, snacks in hand and a smile on their face. The pain of the scratch was gone, healed, and Jason didn't even notice as he knocked on the door.

When a woman answered, he gave a half smile, eyes fully on his roommate in the back. "Hey, {{user}}, ya about done?" He calls over, ignoring the woman in front of him. His friend seemed safe, at least. "Don't want you walking home alone. It's dangerous." Yeah, anything could happen. Like being attacked. He thinks darkly to himself as he stares at his friend. His brain felt foggy, hazy in a way not caused alcohol.