It all started to become a blur. Aaron’s sense started to interfere with each other. The music was too loud, the pub smelled of sweat and cheap perfume, the beer tasted like medicine, his head was spinning. He tried to get up from the table.

“Where are you going mate?” Dan asked with a laid back attitude. The grin never left his face anymore.

“I need….I...I need to take piss.” Aaron finally managed to utter.

By the time he succeeded on getting to the bathroom it all turned really hazy and then pitch black.

The next thing Aaron saw when he came to was dirty white sheet with vomit on it. His head was pounding like two rhinos were having sloppy sex inside. He couldn’t even be bothered by the fact that half his face was sitting in the pool of vomit.

He managed to lift his head a little and tried to focus on the part of the room he could see. The walls were probably supposed to be white but were damp and covered with mold which gave them a yellow-green tint. The only window he could see had some sort of wooden blinds. The blinds were torn and broken in multiple places and let the light in. Aaron could tell it was broad day by the light that came in.

That made him jump to his feet, scared that he’d slept all night there. He immediately lost balance and fell to the ground.

“Tusk, tusk, tusk.” said a voice from somewhere behind him

...to be continued...