Drunk

He was practically passed

out as the security guards escorted him out of the club and propped him on a bench some twelve yards away from the entrance. Only one friend exited, just beyond the door to watch where they put him. The friend felt badly: he didn’t want to leave his compatriot alone in the corridor but he also wasn’t ready to go just yet. Temptation was too much for him though and he ambled back inside to have another drink and to find the girl he had been dancing with earlier.

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