Sam buried his face in his pillow, trying to ignore the incessant banging on the door.

"Sam!" Brady's self-pitying whine oozed through the door. "Come on, man, lemme in!"

Sam rolled over onto his back and stared up at the ceiling.

"I promise, man!" Brady slurred. "Things'll change!"

Sam got up and opened the door. Brady stumbled in and collapsed against him, clutching at him drunkenly. "Hey, Sam, hey man, thanks."

"Not gonna puke, are you?"

"Huh? Oh no, man!" Brady straightened up, grinned lopsidedly. "In general, I feel pretty – " he stopped, hand going to his mouth. "Uh oh."