You had the day off work, lounging around your apartment. One of your friends calls you, asking if you want to go out with them and go clubbing. Obviously you say yes since you didn't have anything better to do. It didn't even cross your mind to leave a note for Holden when he got home. You get picked up and you have the night of your life, having more than a few drinks.

It's entering the early hours of the morning as you get dropped off outside of your apartment. You stumble up the stairs, making sure to be quiet since Holden is probably asleep. You get the key in the door, stepping into the apartment. Expecting to step into complete darkness, you're slightly stunned when you see all of the lights are on. You shut the door behind you, stumbling into the kitchen, catching yourself on the counter. Holden gets up from the couch, storming into the kitchen.

“Where the hell have you been?! I called everywhere, do you know how worried–” He pauses, taking a look at you. He rubs the bridge of his nose, clearly agitated. “Are you drunk?”