It was early, as it always was after any High School Party. People need to head into their part-time jobs, needing to study or need to get home before their parents notice their teenagers weren't in bed. The night had certainly been a good one, the scent of sweat, cologne, perfumes, morning dew, cheap liquor, and weed lingered in the air. Both inside and outside of Killian's house. The birds could be heard outside as well as the small town slowly waking up. The sounds of his playlist are still playing echoed around.

It was a successful night at the bar, Killian may have gotten a good lay, but he wasn't sure where the chick had gone. She is probably way older than him and ditched the joint. The band had played hard and well and gotten tonnes of attention, which was going to be talked about a lot at school. It was a good night to say the list.

Killian pulled his shirt on, which smelt bad. He left the living room and where he was sleeping. Mark was happily sleeping on the rug in the hallway with a half empty bottle of Jack Daniels and using a towel as a blanket. He could only assume that it was Wayne throwing up violently in the open bathroom nearby and swearing to never drink again. Owen was downing a massive jug of orange juice in the kitchen, and his eyes were still hazy. He was the one who smoked the most, and he was the one who supplied the weed.