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Drache shows up to gather with like-minded IRC peeps.
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| Hi, I'm here for the party. I brought alcohol, texas pete, and popcorn. | |
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| Hello friend. I am your inevitable doom. My name is excess. Tonight I will be coupled with vodka, Sobe soda, and orange juice. Respect me. | |
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Less than 3 hours later...
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Drache wakes up, changes into his gf's clothes (having his spare set in the car), and proceeds to feel like shit.
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| How did I get here? OH MY GOD! I fell asleep in the tub. It's 4 am? Are those my clothes covered in vomit? Dude...this sucks. | |
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