Corey didn't understand his current predicament, he was sitting inside a pub his head fuzzy as he downed another shot. His ears were ringing due to the loud music that blasted out of the speakers, he would've laughed at his current situation.

Instead he just took another shot and waited until he felt numb to stand up. He hummed weakly along to whatever song was playing as he joined the crowd. He could feel the energy in the room right away, feel the warmth of everyone that pressed against him.

He hated dancing, it felt pointless when he was wasted. So he awkwardly swayed as he tried his best to push past people, he'd near the bathroom or exit. Whatever he found first would determine what he did next for tonight.

After he ran off from the bakery he somehow ended up here, spending half of his cash to get drunk. He stumbled over a foot of people as he pushed open the bathroom door, the heat was killing him.

He tugged at the jacket he wore and ripped it off as he leaned into the sink. He could hear so many people walking around, this place was a disaster. He turned the cold water on and let out a heavy breath as it splashed onto his face.

He would've thought it'd wake him, instead it made him feel shitty. He sighed as he walked out of the bathroom, his gaze looked at everyone that was on the dance floor. He needed a distraction, something that could make this might be less depressing.

He didn't notice the eyes that followed his every move as he stumbled towards the door. Love Quinn followed after him as she grabbed her purse off the table she sat at, he looked so drunk.

She sighed softly as she walked outside, the air was colder out here and she could hear people slurring their words as they tried to find their cars. She could see a few people hooking up and it made her look away in disgust as she looked around for Corey.

She turned down a dark alleyway, hearing the soft mumbles of voices as she carefully kept her steps quiet. Her hand reached into her purse grabbing the knife with ease as she caught sight of Corey.

He was pressed against the wall, his eyes shut as he kissed some random woman. He was out of it, it wasn't hard to miss by the way he struggled to pull his belt off. He was half out of his mind as he tried to catch his breath, this woman's breath reeked of alcohol. He would've protested or backed off but he needed the distraction and he knew she did too.

Her tongue was practically down his throat as he held onto her, his head was throbbing as he stumbled on his own two feet. The woman laughed weakly as she leaned more into him, then he felt stuck.

He inhaled sharply as he gripped her face, let his lips consume away her innocence as he pinched his eyes shut. Nothing helps ease the pain he felt, part of him wanted to just stop this but another didn't.

He pulled her dress upwards as he felt her hands pulling his belt off. Her fingers were cold and he realized this was some stranger, this was a creepy alleyway and he was drunk.

He moved his head back as he leaned into the wall "we shouldn't do this here" the woman pushed him more into the wall. His back ached from the impact "what's stopping you now? Not half a second ago you were getting ready to jump my bones".

Corey felt clearer now "just isn't fair to you, you deserve respect and this isn't very respectful for you. I'm sorry... I'm drunk...". He moved away from her and she grumbled in annoyance "whatever! I'll find someone else, best get out of here asshole".

He stumbled away into the darkness and the woman sighed in annoyance as she lowered her dress downwards. She turned to approach the entrance way but gasped when the knife slid across her throat.

She gagged as blood ran down her throat, her hands grasping onto her flesh so tightly she felt it bruise. Her eyes widened in horror as the knife was stabbed into her throat once more. With one last gasping breath she fell towards the ground dead.

Love inhaled sharply as she wiped the blood off the knife with the woman's dress. She looked around in case anyone wondered this way before she put the knife back into her purse.

After she collected her thoughts she trailed after Corey, he'd likely go back home at this rate.

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   Corey wasn't hard to miss, he stumbled over the sidewalks as he walked towards his front door. Somewhere along the way he lost one of his shoes but he didn't seem to notice as he grabbed his keys out of his pocket. They fell towards the ground and he reached for them, he lost his footing and tumbled down the steps.

"Woah, you okay over here?" he looked up and smiled weakly as he grabbed his keys beside him. "Emma, oh yeah I'm alright... just a little drunk". He rubbed at his face as she helped him stand up "need help getting into your apartment? You seem like you can barely stand up right now".

He nodded weakly as he unlocked the door "just need to find my keys" he stumbled up the steps "they're in your hand". He looked down at his hand and chuckled as he saw his keys "right I forgot about that".

He rubbed at his eyes as he unlocked his apartment door, Emma walked in behind him and pushed the door shut as she helped him towards his couch.

"Where's your trashcan? I can grab it in case you get sick" he pointed weakly at the kitchen before he leaned back into the couch cushion. He hummed as he leaned his head back and closed his eyes.

"I made you some tea" her voice sounded soothing as he heard the soft thud of her setting a cup down. He didn't open his eyes once but he could feel her setting a blanket over him "I'll leave you be, just call if you need anything, I'm sure you'll be okay once you get some sleep, you look like you need it".

He didn't say anything back, but he could hear her make her way towards the door. He leaned more into the couch as his eyes shut, he was exhausted.

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authors notes:
a basic chapter for this weeks update, things get more interesting in the next update so I'm excited for that. I also published this on time and not in the middle of the night so yay! Proud to say I only have 2 things left to update for today's updates, so improvement!