It’s the evening on New Year’s Eve. Everybody has plans and are having a night out on the town. People grouped up with both new and old friends to spend quality time together. Thousands are gathered in the center of town to watch as the New Year’s ball touches down, ringing in the new year.
Alcohol are flying off of the shelves, and out of people’s cups as they celebrate the planet for making another full rotation in the solar system. Memories will be made. Memories will be forgotten. New relationships will blossom, while some old will crumble.
It’s the beginning of the new year.
And that year begins with a trashed apartment.
The entire apartment was trashed to hell and back—beer cans were littered all over the floor, empty vodka and tequila bottles rolled along without a care, and there was even a trail of cigarette ash that lead into the kitchen.
But the best sight was seeing Rebecca passed out asleep on the dining table.
I hobbled over and smacked her on the back of her calf, “Bitch, wake up.”
Rebecca didn’t even flinch. I smacked her again, putting a nice red mark on her calf. Her leg twitched.
“At least she’s not dead. Bitch, wake up. We gotta clean.”
Copyright © 2020 by Luka Tatsujo