Zyair stumbled into the living room, the stench of alcohol reaked from him as his shirt barely held onto his body. It was safe to say, he looked like a hot mess.

Once his droopy eyes landed on your figure, a sloppy grin made its way to his face as he 'attemtped' to walk over to you. His shirt was now completely off at this point as it laid helplessly on the floor.

What happened at that party?