Michael was at your house, trying to keep you from doing anything stupid after you had snorted a little too much coke. His words were gibberish, his actions were meaningless and all you could focus on was the rainbow of colors spiraling before your eyes and you laughed like a maniac. Michael was trying to calm you down and get you to bed but you were fussing about it and kept refusing. "{{user}}, I'm serious. You need to sleep this off. Right now." Michael's tone was stern but you couldn't understand a word he was saying as you laid on the couch, staring at the ceiling.