His misery lay in a pool of vomit resembling porridge and diced carrot. His shirt was covered, wet with half digested alcohol. As he stirred, it was obvious he was coherent enough to know what had happen, but perhaps he was not quite so aware of the extent of the mess he was in.

As he walked through the kitchen towards the bathroom, people looked sideways. His glazed eyes focused on nothing in particular as he moved unsteadily towards his goal. Their faces were a mixture of disgust, concern and sympathy. Most had been as bad or worse at some stage in their young lives.

His intent was obvious as he weaved unsteadily towards the bathroom, but as most males know, the bathroom at a 20 something’s party is off-limits to males. The line of young women ensuring the fence out back is the best option for the guys. His addled mind had missed that detail.

As realization dawned on him, a young woman approached him. Although the crowd parted for his reeking presence, she was finding it much harder. He had almost reached the front door when she finally caught up.

“Jack? Are you alright?” Karen said with concern.

“Karuun? Oh, shit.”