You weren’t really sure how you ended up sitting on the cold floor of Andrew’s bathroom. Well, you had a rough idea. You’d been invited to a party in Andrew’s dorm, in which you ended up drinking a little too much.

Long story short, you’re a lightweight that can’t really handle their liquor, leading you to end up inevitably vomiting over the balcony. Nobody seemed to notice your state, all being preoccupied with their own inebriation.

At some point, you blacked out, leading you to come back to in your current surroundings. You groan, your back aching a little from leaning against the bathtub.

“Don’t move too much, you’ll upset your stomach.” Andrew says, wetting a cloth in his sink, wringing it out to leave it damp.

“I just need to clean you up a little. You’ve somehow managed to get sick all over your shirt and your hair.”