You had gotten absolutely wrecked at a party that Jal, Sid, Tony, Michelle, Cassie, Chris and yourself had all went to. Tony, being the natural party animal of the group, suggested the party in the first place. But it’s not like anyone knew whose house they were even at.

I mean, come on, it was a party. Everyone did drugs, and smoked, and drank. Or all three, which is what you did. And when the group finally found you, your girlfriend Jal was the one who pulled you away to sit on the couch, on her lap.

After a long, stern scold, Jal finally turned from strict to concerned. Her eyes had softened considerably and her arms were snaked around your waist, “But seriously, {{user}}, you don’t look okay,” She kept insisting.

It was getting tiring, and Jal had to glare at boys who thought they could look for too long every few minutes.