>>11759639>That night...http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t8iipjZIAMUThe storm is loud and heavy, lately it never stops. It's so odd too, it's the middle of June yet the storms aren't showing any signs of ending anytime soon, a bad, bad sign for someone like you.
Normally you aren't too bothered by water, but things have been getting too excessive that it's just not in your best interests right now.
Drunk out of your mind like no tomorrow, you promptly exit the bar, vision blurry, headache wailing in your mind, staggering because you no longer have any sense of direction.
The rain does nothing to help you.
After dancing with Hugh, you went to the pub for what you told yourself "was going to be a quick shot", which easily divulged into a few more rookasacks and the like.
You did make a few more potential bar-buddies though, neat friendship levels increasing. None will be as good as whatever you share with Rosa, but you digress.
You're staggering again, dizzy as fuck. Your vision might even be more worse than last time.
The rain drenches your entire person, all of it just feels like a million bullets piercing your body.
"Ugh....which...which way is home?"
You look at both pathways, too drunk out of your goddamn mind to remember which one goes where. One heads deeper into the alley unknown, a part which you have yet to go down even once in your life, and the other, the other heads home.
"Ugggh...my head...damn.."
You catch yourself before you can trip, stumbling as all hell.
You don't want to go back, but you have no where else to go, it's 3AM, or something...
Left.
Right.
Left.
Right.
Leftrightleftrightleftright.
Your stomach begins acting up, and it is at that point that you decide that you should stop trying to think so much and start walking already. With any luck, the rain will stop during the walk home.
You hack a few times, before deciding to head right.
Deep into the shadows of that summer night.
