"Ah, that's a shame." He grinned. "I drink all the time to kill the pain."

"You'll end up killing yourself that way, you know." He turned to him, face softened. "I'm sure your death would upset your close ones."

"Ah, no close ones here... I don't care."

"Ah, how unfortunate. We'll have to make you some eh.." And he continued to drink.

"Well... maybe you can be one?" He grinned. Maybe that was a bit much, but hell, you only live once.

"Well lets see, I know your name, you know mine... I know why your depressed, you know why I'm depressed. I suppose we could be." He smirked in return.

"Wanna come to my place tonight?" He dropped it.

"Your place?" He repeated, realizing what was going on. But then again he was drunk- what was the worse that could happen. "show me the wayyy" He lengthened the word.

Michael stood up, with a stagger in his step and made his way through the dance floor and out the doors.

"I'm pretty sure it's THIS way..." he said pointing in the vague direction of more tall buildings.

Zema followed of course, having nothing else to do. "Pretty sure? You dont even know the way to your house?" There of course was a voice in the back of his head saying this is dumb, but he dismissed it.

"I've made this trip before and other times I got lost." They came into his neighborhood, and there stood his apartment.

"Oh, hey, look. It found us!" He smiled. "Home!"

He ran to the door and fumbled with the key.

((I'll continue the thread when my head isn't trying to explode... k?))

Zema sighed, and followed him to the door. There he waited, looking around the place.

[[K- feel better. D:]]