Go somewhere and drown your sorrows

With a deep sigh, you turn around and head back outside. You've missed the midterm, and you've resigned yourself to the fact that you're going to fail Professor Porter's class. There's no point in going anywhere near that lecture hall now, you tell yourself.

So what to do then? You decide that what you really need under the circumstances is a good, stiff drink. Of course even if it wasn't early morning, you couldn't get served at a bar, since you're under 21.

Then you remember your friend Paul has a bottle or two stashed away in his dorm room. Quickly you head back to the dorm building and rush up to Paul's room. You bang loudly on the door until you hear signs of movemnt from inside. You can hear Paul shuffling toward the door.

"What do you want?" he says as he opens the door. He stares at you bleary eyed, his hair wild and unkempt.

"I need a drink," you say in way of answer.

Paul snorts. "Get outta here, Simon. I was having a really good dream! I wanna get back to it."

"Come on," you press, "let me in."

Suddenly Paul's eyes take on a slightly different look. His face goes momentarily blank, then he simply steps aside to let you enter. You find yourself a bit surprised, expecting him to put up more resistnace. Still, you're not about to question it.

You quickly rush inside and head for the bed. Reaching underneath the bed, you find what you came for. You pull out a single, half empty bottle of Vodka.

"Got any orange juice?" you ask.

Paul shakes his head.

"Why don't you go get some then," you say jokingly. Paul stares blankly at you again before turning around and heading out into the hall.

"Where are you going?" you call after him.

"I'm going to get you some orange juice," he answers.

Damn, that is strange. Oh well, if he wants to help you out, who are you to argue? You smile to yourself and plop down onto the bed, only to find yourself sitting on...