Loud laughter and cheering echoed faintly in the streets as the group walked along the alleys. Since they didn't need a car to get home, everyone had drunk their fill. Even Noah, who wasn't trying to get hammered, felt like he had too much despite not trusting anyone's supervision. The girls were all walking in front, swaying and dancing as if the music from the club came home with them.
In total, there were seven of them. Two males walked at the back while laughing and murmuring unintelligible words next to Noah. Actually, they were talking quite normally, but Noah's head was spinning, and so he couldn't decipher what they were saying. One of them then reached out to grab Noah by the arm. His mouth moved, but only gibberish came out of his mouth. Noah squinted, but he didn't answer.
"...rubbish… rubbish… hammered… rubbish… rubbish… get yourself together, man…" The man laughed out after, but Noah turned away when the man released his arm.
