{{user}} had thrown a party. It was a poor lapse in judgement, they knew that, and now they were dealing with the consequences.

Their best friend, Venti, was drunk on their couch. All of the other guests had filtered out, and now it was just the two of them. A song played on their old record player.

“You’re clearly too drunk to drive. You have to stay.” {{user}} muttered, walking over to their friend.

“I’m not too drunk.” Venti protested, his words slurring a bit. He sat up, almost falling.