Stay home

Despite your urges telling you otherwise, you're too shaken up to go out for a drink, fearing you may be off your game or out of your depth. It's better to stay home anyway, having the rest of the evening for you to relax and enjoy.

You already feel your mind beginning to ease, kicking your shoes off by the door before crashing on the couch, idly flicking through channels to pass the time. Eventually, you turn to your phone, scrolling through stupid junk as you drift out of consciousness. No more than an hour later do you hear a knock on your door.

You snap back to reality, sitting up from the couch. Who would be visiting you at this hour? Did you have a friend coming over? Is a neighbor's house on fire? Solicitors? The great god Eros himself?

No point in guessing who's there. You get up from the couch and approach the front door...