Sim awoke with a start, his vision staying slightly blurry as he lifted his head. He was hugging an empty bottle of gin and in a hallway somewhere. At least the carpet was comfy.

What was going on? Was it a party? The details started trickling back to Sim and he tried to find his phone to check the time. How long had he been out of it? There was valuable boob time going to waste! "Fuck" he muttered as he found his phone, the screen cracked. Something else was in his pocket and he pulled it out, it was a bra and he waved it in the air at the people down the other end of the hallway.

"Who's is this?" His voice was hoarse but loud all the same.