To O'Houlihan's! but...

You get all the way to O'Houlihan's when you realize what just you just did.

"SHIT! YOU FUCKING DUMBASS!!" You yell at yourself illiciting strange looks of random passerbys. Rolling your eyes at them you say "Fuck it. already here... Melody probably hates you know... might as well drink the pain away..." you mutter as you walk to the bar.

"The Murphy's Irish Amber in yet Shamus?" You ask

"The Irish Red? Sure is! Came not two hours ago!" The barkeep says, proud of himself, he prides himself on being the only pub in the city that has Murphy's Irish Amber, or Irish Red. That being said, he can barely keep it in stock. You like it particularly because you get a buzz fairly quickly and it stays with you for a while.

"Then get me one and keep 'em coming will ya?"

"Sure laddy! What's the occasion?" He asks thinking your celebrating.

"Me being the worlds biggest asshole degenerate loser." you say then take a huge swigg.

"Oh boyo this isn't about that lass Gia again is it?" (you spent a great multitude of your Gia drowning phase on the exact stool your sitting on you notice)

"No Shamus... I wish... No, I royally fucked up today with Melody tonight. I really hurt her..." you say finishing the first Irish Red of the night.

"Did the two of ya have a spat me boyo?" He asks, hesitating before giving you your second Red.

"Yeah... Her asshole boyfriend dumped her tonight and I started out trying to make her feel better. I was doing pretty good I thought but then we had a fight about something. I told her I'd be alright, I just needed time and she brought up the whole Gia thing and I overreacted." when you finish talking you down the whole bottle and slam it on the counter, waiting for the buzz to worm its way into your brain.

"Uh... about that, Jack... do ye think this is the best action ye could to be takin' after what hapened the last time boyo?" he asks you. you can tell he's genuinely concerned, he never calls you by your name.

You smile at the bartender, ever since you met him you always thought of him as a fatherly figure, and what's more he treated you like a son, letting you crash at the pub when you and Melody needed time apart.

"No, it's not, but i just want to forget about what happend for tonight. Tell you what, as soon as you think I'm too shitfaced, cut me off. And if I hassle you, bust me with your Shelayleigh!" you joke as you point to the club hanging above the bar.

"HAHAHA! Alright boyo! But you'll have to clean the blood if I use it!" He jokes back, handing you another Irish Red.

"Ha alright Shamus." you pause, looking into the bottle. Finally you look back up. "Hey Shamus, can I cra-"

"You know you never have to ask boyo!" He cuts you off. "That's what I gave you a key for!"

"Thanks Shamus." you say finishing your next bottle.

You and Shamus talk and joke as you drink and drink. After about an hour Dirk, your stoner best friend, comes into the pub and after giving him the same details you gave Shamus, joins in on the fun. Your jokes and boisterous laughter and, yes, your drinking continue for hours even after Shamus has closed and locked up the pub. Shamus figures youve had enough when you try to take a drink and miss your face altogether and soak your shirt in Irish Red. Dirk, who came in nine Irish Reds behind, is drunk off his ass and falls to the floor trying to breath in between boughts of laughter. Shamus sends the both of you upstairs to the loft. You cross the room and lock the door that leads outside and down a flight of stairs then collapse onto the bed, quickly starting to fall asleep, Dirk crashes onto the couch and you hear him call his roomate Scott telling him what hapened and that he's crashing with you for the night. Then his cell rings, he answers it in a whisper, you can hear him, but you're far too drowsy to pay attention and pass out.

[PATH 1]

You wake up to an extremely slow jackhammer pounding in your ear...
BANG... BANG... BANG... BANG...
wait...
there's someone at the door...
BANG... BANG... BANG...
You stumble to the door and open it and you find...
Nothing...
You look around, Dirk's still passed out on the sofa.
BANG... BANG... BANG...
"Duh," you smack your self on the forehead, then whince at the pain. "OW, hangover Jack, you dumbass!" you chastise yourself ans you stumble to the other door, unlock and open it to find...

Shamus?
Alicia, looking for Dirk and pissed at you for what you did to Melody?
Scott, with some "blunt" therapy?
Or is it Melody?

[PATH 2]

You wake up to muffled whispers and the smell of bacon and pancakes wafting from the kitchen. "Dirk?" you say groggy. You look around and you don't see him.
You know the only thing that gets baked when it comes to Dirk is himself so your jerk your head toward the kitchen door. BIG mistake. Your hangover punishes you for the swift movement as you roll over and find four Extra Strength Tylanol and a glass of water on the nightstand. You pop the pills and down the water as you head to the kitchen. You open the door and see Dirk at the table stuffing his face and talking to someone, you walk into the kitchen and see him talking to...

Alicia, waiting for you to get up so she can beat your ass for what you did to Melody?
Shamus?
Or Melody