Alan doesn't remember much of the night. He remembered at one point coming too, and both Jack and Aaron were carrying by the arm. Then he remembers seeing the girls. Then theres a bush and he was puking again.
Imogen Howe
was getting mad at Aaron and Jack for letting him drink so much. He just wanted to sleep.
Then he was at home, his
Westcity
home, and he heard Jack's voice in the kitchen, with Aaron and Imogen. D
"Damn why don't we just always come here."
"Yeah for real, this is nice, there's like a little balcony. And didn't he say his roommate was away all summer?"
"Yeah, but the guy's weird, so he comes back."
"I'm just glad he's okay."
"He'll be okay, just some beer, and vodka, an whiskey."
Alan didn't want to move, he felt heavy and slow. But right then if he stayed perfectly still he was comfortable. Warm, there was light coming in, someone had opened the window just a little so a gentle stream was coming in.
"Should we get him up?"
"I think let him sleep."
"But we gotta try the coffee shops here, just like check them out, maybe I could get some ideas."
"Immmm upppp" Alan said.
And with one hand opened the door so they could see him.
