You check your watch as you walk — 3am. You stumble through the rough council estate, on guard. It's the quickest way home from the party but you know it's a bad area. You constantly check around and then you notice a guy slumped against the wall with cheap whiskey. You squint... "holy fuck..is it?" you think. "Kyle?" you say, exquisitely in shock.

The scruffy guy looks up at you and breaks into a slurred smile. "Oh hey," he laughs, his ice blue eyes catching the dim streetlight. "What're you doing here?"