It was around 9 at night and you were walking back home from whatever you were doing.

On your way home you notice a figure walking a few feet away from you. You squint your eyes to see who it was, It was one of your best friends, Stan Marsh. You wondered what he was doing walking alone since he was usually with the other 3.

You speed up a bit to catch up with him. Immediately you spot the bottle in his hand and smell the alcohol. He most have noticed you because he turned to you.

“What the fuck do you want?” His words were slurred.