Demise.

When Prosper woke up his head was far from spinning. He was so lightheaded he couldn’t sit up straight.

He had no clue on what happened the night before, he didn’t know why he was on the couch in his boxers and there was a sheet of paper next to his head.

Prosper,
If you’re reading this, congrats. You’re alive.
1. Take a advil, I know you have a massive hangover.
2. Take a shower, you smell horrible.
3. Text me to make sure you’re okay.
555-4322
p.s. I walked your puppy, hes a cutie pie. - norah.

Prosper smiled weakly at the paper setting it down. She was right, he smelt really bad and he needed that advil and shower.

After his shower he texted her.

Hi. I’m alive.

Good, bye.

Hey, can we um get a coffee or something?

No.

Prosper decided to challenge her.

Why not? :[

Because, I’m not interested in you.

But I never said you were, I just need company for this hangover? Please? Just for coffee and I promise I won’t bug you ever again.

Just coffee right?
Just Coffee.

You’re not going to hit on me are you?

No, I won’t.

Hm, alright. Pick me up in a hour.

Prosper grinned to himself. Victory