Doors
I breathed a loud sigh of relief as I urinated. “I need to slow it down a bit” I said to myself, “else I’m going to pass out in my own vomit.” After a moment of spacing out, I continued talking “What if I vomited on someone? I should – on that jerk who thinks he can talk smooooth. Whenever he opens his mouth–uggh–“ I gagged instinctively. “But why do the girls like it though?” I stared at the wall for a few seconds. When I came to, I wasn’t peeing anymore. Looking down, I said “You too blanked, eh, bro? We need a break.” I zipped my pants slowly – wouldn’t want bro to get caught. “Speaking of bro, Sid will be looking for me.” Exiting the bathroom, I took the left down to the party, but decided against it. I headed up to the open terrace which greeted me with an eerie stillness. “This is scary. What if I fall down the nine floors? Maybe someone will sneak up from behind and push me?” I spun around. Nothing. But a small room in the far corner. I lit a cigarette. Staggering...