A loud knock resonates through my room.
*Is everything alright in there, pumpkin?"
I drag Jason away from the door and push him to the farthest side of my bed.
"Everything's fine. I accidentally broke my favorite mug"
"Should I help you with it?"
"Kelvin, it's fine. I can take care of it"
"Alright, goodnight. If you need anything, I'm–"
"Just down the hall, I know"
I wait until I can no longer hear Kelvin's footsteps before I drag Jason from the corner.
"What are you doing here?" He wobbles unsteadily, I grab him to provide support.
The stench of alcohol invades my nostrils.
"Have you been drinking?"
There's a light whiff of something else that I couldn't decipher.
"I asked you something Jason, have you been drinking?"
"Who wants to know?"
"Me, that's why I asked"
"Just a few bottles"
"You call this a few bottles, you can barely stand" I help him to my bed. "So heavy"
I stumble from Jason's weight and we both crash on the bed.
