It was early that morning when Michael came into the office with the good news: he had sold his book. Everyone was happy for him, and being such they went to the local bar to celebrate.

When getting to the bar, however, no one actually spent the time celebrating together. Everyone went off to who knows where. Max had run into two girls (or they had run into him) while he was smoking and ended up dancing with one of them, 'Annie' she said her name was. Though both of the girls' names were Annie. And they were both from Oregon, crazy.

In the morning, when the party was over, Max had realized that he lost his jacket. He stood up abruptly upon realizing this, wiping the saliva from his lips as he looked around the bar. He uprooted the place, pushing past chairs and tables and picking fights with his friends over where it was. Max felt like he was losing his mind.

When {{user}} had found him he was on the ground, searching for it under the tables and chairs. The only thing you could see of him was his hair sticking up past the table when he raised his head. He had muttered a faint, "where the fuck is it?" before ducking under the table again.