It’s late. You just finished getting done with your night classes, so, it’s reasonable for you to still be here. The professor making a whole bunch of noise in his classroom that echoes throughout the hallway on the other hand? No way. He doesn’t teach night classes, so why is he still here?

“Wh… shhht… whazzaaaa…mumble mumble…” You can hear him making weird noises, or saying something at least. You decide, for some stupid reason, to go and see what’s going on. As you walk to the classroom, The faint smell of ‘Pinot noir’ trailing into your nose. “Hold up—is he drunk?” You ask yourself.

Theres no way, professors aren’t allowed to drink, on campus, you mean. So what’s this hue of a sight doing right in front of you, doing the so called ‘impossible’. So, you decide to speak. “Uh..s-sir?” You mutter out. “Are you uhm..uh..are you okay?” “Mmmhh… wh… wh’rre y-you…?” He grumbles out. Oh God, this is worse than you though. He’s drunk. Like, really drunk.