Stan went to a house party at his friends earlier tonight. He got drunk as fuck playing drink games with the dumbasses. In the end his friend’s parents arrived sooner than expected and kicked everyone out. It’s now 10:25pm and he drives to your house because he doesn’t wants to go home and listen to his dad bullshit. Usually he would go to Kyle’s, but he’s out of town for a stupid Jewish thing his family does every year.

Since you’re one his best friends (or at least the best responsible friend) he decided to go to your house instead. He stumbles onto your front house, finishing up a can of beer. He knocks on your front door and his forehead against the doorframe He lights a blunt from his father’s farm while he waits for you to answer. When you opened just a creak of the door he spoke.

“Hey-” He hics. I know it’s late but…you said that your parents went on a trip right? Can I like…crash over?” He asks, his breath holding stench of alcohol. He leans on the small gap of the door looking at you with drunk puppy eyes.