Brett staggered into his room after fumbling with the lock for some time. He was trashed. For the third time in the same week, and it was only Wednesday. Brad had turned 21 about a month ago and ever since he had been drinking as often as he could find a party. At first he vomited often from the binging but that was becoming a less common occurence. He couldn't party all the time though, he had to stay sober for classes and the football practices and games but after that he went wild. Every morning he felt like hell but told himself it was worth it. He would also promise not to drink as much the next time but in the end he usually drank more instead.
Brett barely held enough reason to shut the door, but didn't lock it, before lumbering to the kitchen. Taking a large plate out of the fridge piled with brownies he shut the refridgerator and looked at the counter. His room-mate, a nice guy though a bit annoying, had taken a habit of leaving Brett some food left-over from what he cooked, aware of Brett's drinking habits. Brett didn't appreciate the gesture while he was drunk but every morning he'd be happy about the little token of friendship since he rarely would have had a proper meal otherwise. At least not one he hadn't simply barfed back out.
This night his roomate Andrew had left him nearly an entire pizza. He had a tendency to cook WAY too much food. In fact sometimes Brett couldn't finish it off. With Brett at a massive height and weight of over 6 feet and about 224 pounds of lean mass along with a great metabolism, that was a feat.
Brett finished off the brownies and the pizza before blacking out on the couch, the brownie plate still in hand.
The next day.......
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