Loud ruckus woke me up. It scared the living hell out of me, but then I remembered it was just Billie coming home after a night out with Mike and Tré. The clock read 1:30. Not terribly late. Billie stumbled into our room and instantly stripped down to his boxers. He was definently wasted. He stood there staring me down for a solid 15 seconds.
"So, are you coming to bed?" I asked.
"No thank you. I'm sure you're lovely, but I have a girlfriend," and with that, Billie dropped down to the floor, instantly passing out. I shook my head and turned off the bedside lamp.
