The bright flashing lights, boom of the music, and the mass of sweaty bodies dancing around made it hard to move. Add alcohol and it just made it all worse. So deciding against moving from his spot at the bar into the chaos to find his friends, Dan flagged down the bartender and got another drink. Dans three friends on the other hand, were spread throughout the club, dancing, drinking, and laughing.
Some time, and some awkward drunken rejections later, Dan glanced down at his phone to check the time. 12:30 in the morning. Thinking this an acceptable time to leave before the club was to close for the night and to avoid the rush of people trying to get home, Dan sent a text message to his friends, Phil, Chris, and PJ telling them to meet him at the door. About twenty minuets later, they had all navigated the crowed and stood at the door. "Daaan" Chris let out a slurred whine, "why are we leavin' so early?" "B-because we still need to walk home" the slightly less Drunk Dan managed to spit out. Huffing in annoyance, Chris muttered "fine" and they stumbled over each other and out the door.
They walked as good as a group of drunk adults could in the dark, with only street lamps as their guide. After twenty minuets of walking they turned into the drive of Dan and Phils apartment complex. The walk to their flat seemed longer than it usually is, and since when was there a gate out front? Shrugging it off and blaming it on his alcohol clouded brain messing with him, he lead them in and shut the door behind them. "Just sleep anywhere" Dan struggled to get out, as he was already half-asleep on the couch. There was a few small noises of a response, but they were all already dropping into sleep, sprawled out anywhere comfortable.
Sun splashed onto Dans face the next morning, but it didn't bother or hurt like it normally would when he was hungover. Sitting up and rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, he looked around. But what he saw was not his flat. Closing his eyes tight over and over to see if he was awake or not, he gasped. It's not a dream. Surrounding him were hospital beds, the bodies of his friends, and a shit ton of dust.
