They were walking home, for just one more, and laughing. The alcohol gave them a happy stumble. They were one block away when the final drink from the bar hit Jake like a cannonball.
“Woah,” he said, careening into a wall. He leaned against, waiting for the world to settle down.
“You alright man?” Bret asked.
“Yeah, thanks. I just gotta rest here a second.”
“Okay,” Bret leaned against a lamppost and waited.
After a few minutes, Jake pushed back onto unsteady feet and the two friends continued down the street. When they reached Jake’s, they stumbled up the stairs.