“Argh… My head.” says a young man waking up in a courtyard, dressed in his black bathrobe.

The young man raises its head, he looks around, not fully awake and wondering what is with all the surrounding trash. There is a lot of trash around him like paper bags, chips bags, empty cans of beer and sodas, and something that looks like a purple balloon that has something white on it. And no, it doesn't resemble a dildo one bit. The young man looked at that thing for a few seconds, then he looked away and looked at his hands, where he saw a lot of lipstick marks all around his arms.

“The fuck is this?” he asks, looking at a mark of lipstick that is written with a permanent marker, a phone number. “Hope that’s a girl number…”

The young man rises up on his feet, looks down at his feet and realizes he’s wearing his black bathrobe that hasn’t been washed in three weeks. When he wakes up, he is feeling a little dizzy, that kind of lightheadedness you would feel after you’ve drank too many beers than your body could handle. The young man has this kind of dizziness every Saturday morning when Friday night at nightclubs or at bars with his friends. But this one, feels like nothing he had.

“Hey!” yells someone to the young man.

The young man is looking at the source of the call, it is coming from the first floor. A dude, in his 20s like our protagonists, who’s having a long beard and long hair, is looking down at him, with a smile.

“Alexander. You had fun last night?”

“Huh?” asks the young man who could not even remember his name.

“You're hungover?”

“I-I guess…” says Alexander who is still feeling dizzy.

“Alright.” says that man. “Come here if you need any help. I have a pill for this kind of thing if you want.”

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The dude with the beard closes the window, walks away from the window and does his thing.

Alexander, makes a step, then makes another, and continues to walk like a drunk man until he gets to the entrance of its campus. Upon arriving at the entrance, he is greeted by another young man like him, one who has ended butt-naked in the bush, with a lighter in its nose, he is laying on the top of that bush in a half forward bend, one of those yoga positions that beginners are doing in yoga classes for many reasons. That young man, not only he is naked, has a lighter stuck in his nose, but he has tits drawn on his ass, near his thigh it is drawn an arrow with the following the writing: “Glory Hole.” That young man, obese body type, short hair and glasses that are on his mouth, is snoring and sleeping like a log.

“Wait…” says Alexander to that person, still dizzy. “Marcus?”

Alexander goes over to that person, and after he confirms he is someone he knows, Alexander decides to slap this person’s ass. Then, that naked guy stands up as quick as possible yelling.

“Not there!”

When Marcus woke up and saw Alexander, he looked as dizzy and sober as him, then he looked at himself, saw he is butt-naked and looked back at Alexander.

“What happens?” asks Marcus speaking like a sober person, ignoring he has a lighter stuck in his nose.

“That’s what I want to know too.” responds Alexander to Marcus, then he sees the lighter that is stuck on Marcus’s nose. “You got something there.” says as he points at the lighter.

Marcus touches his nose with his uncut nails, he feels there is something hard and metallic stuck in his big nose, then he takes it out slowly. This hurt a bit for Marcus while he was taking the lighter out of his nose. He looks at the lighter and says.

“How did my ex’s lighter end up here?”

“That’s your ex’s lighter?” asks Alexander.

“She always brought the ones from Bic.” he says to Alexander, showing Bic lighter, a small model that can be bought at a cheap price of a dollar in certain stores.

“Aha… What the fuck happened last night?”

“You ask me?” asks Marcus while he threw the Bic lighter in the nearby trash can. “Cause I don’t know either. Plus. How the fuck did I got naked again?!" Then, he sniffs something weird coming from Alexander, he's sniffing closer to Alexander, making both of them feeling uncomfortable. “You smell like piss!”

“What?” asks Alexander, who's smelling himself. “Why the fuck do I smell like piss?!”

“What the fuck happened last night?” asks Marcus looking around, seeing there’s a lot of trash at the entrance of their college dorms.