((ooc: thread takes place early Saturday March 14th, 2009))
Four thirty Saturday morning found Alex stumbling into his apartment after a long night drinking and dancing. It was not a common trend for Alex to choose a dance club as his Friday hang out. After dealing with a rough week at work and some unwise choices made on his part, late that night he had found himself in one of the city’s biggest, trendiest night clubs.
Doped up on anxiety meds, way too much of nearly everything to drink and the possibility of some other mind altering substances people had passed his way (unknown to him), Alex looked and felt a right train wreck by the time he arrived back at his apartment early that morning. (And it was quite the miracle he had managed to find his way home, in mostly one piece).
Some how and somewhere along the way home he'd lost one of his cell phones, a shoe and about forty dollars cash.
As Alex shuffled through the door, making more noise than a large herd of elephants, he turned towards the living room and hunched over, spilling the contents of his stomach all over the hardwood floor.
Stepping over the mess he shook his head.
"Oh god." he grumbled.