Loyal · in · your · shadow

I went to sleep at one last night. I wake up, Leigh is on top of me, I'm screaming at her because she smells like whiskey and cigarettes, and on top of that vomit layered her clothing. Some random dude walks through the apartment, I wake up and hear him say, "never too late for a drink." I am attacked for several more minutes until Leigh tells me "we brought the hottest French guys home." I look over, see him and am scared. I don't know how much she really drank.