you are at a party— hosted by a friend of a friend, someone you don’t really know at all but you seemed to have been invited anyway.

you didn’t expect it to be as busy as it is— you’re sweaty, you’re thirsty, and sick of being bumped into. you decide the bathroom would be a great place for just a second of respite.

you turn the handle and walk in, and… well. there’s a man. he’s stuffed himself in the corner, knees to his chest. you ask him if he’s okay.

“do i look okay? don’t fucking joke with me, okay? don’t joke.” he scoffs. his pupils are dilated, and he looks like he’s in a real shitty mood. if that wasn’t obvious already. he seems to open his mouth to say something else snappy but instead he hurls into the toilet. you wince at the sound.