Death

“Oh, god. Where the fuck am I???” Thought fuller to himself, head painful and cloudy from excessive consumption. he looked round the room he had woken in. It was quite flashy, a lot of white and stainless steel and much too bright for his taste. “I'm on tiles” fuller painfully realised as he tried to stretch his body into a less painful position. It was a kitchen floor, a cold hard kitchen floor and “yes” this was definitely not his home.

 “water... fuck me I'm thirsty” the dry horrors were the worst part of waking up hung over after his sometimes week long binges. Without taking too much more notice of where he had woken up, Fuller pushed himself to his feet and searched the kitchen bench for a glass. The bench was covered in assorted spirits, half drunken glasses of what looked to be nearly every spirit on the alcohol spectrum. After quickly grabbing the biggest closest glass he turned to the sink poured the remainder of it's contents down the drain and began, filling and drinking over and over. Not caring that half of the water each time poured down his front. “cold” he realised slowly, “cold all the way down to my... balls” “Fuck Me!!, I'm naked” fuller said allowed. “why does this always happen” he said in a somewhat horse giggle to himself.

 A quick survey of the room he was in, let fuller know he was In what appeared to be a very expensive high rise unit. The walls were pretty much all floor to ceiling windows, mildly tinted but not enough for the hangover he had.

Separating the kitchen from the lounge was only the kitchen bench. the Soft white leather couch was turned over, a glass coffee table was completely smashed to pieces. All over the floor were assorted pieces of rubbish, from pizza boxes to what looked like a human stool in one corner. “wow, must have been one hell of a party” fuller guessed. As he tried to search the foggy corners of his mind for some kind of memory.

 “pants, better find my pants” thought fuller as his head started to clear a little thanks to the water. Walking was a bit more slow and stiff in motion, than in thought. But he managed to slowly work his way out of the kitchen and into what now could be seen as a rather large lounge with a hallway leading off to one side. “better check for any other survivors, bedrooms could be a good bet, but I should find these pants first, I wouldn't want to scare anyone I come across” he pondered to himself.

 The carpet felt amazingly soft under his feet as he walked about tossing cushions and other furniture over in search of some form of recognisable clothing. Finally a towel, a pink towel but it would have to do. Walking close to the window now, fuller realised that there seemed to be a lot of smog today, a little dirtier than usual “but hell, this was a fucken putrid city on the best of days”. Looking out at the other buildings he figure out his approximate location. it looked like, just 2 blocks over was the great big glass landmark that was Tarvell Towers, so he was not far from his usual drinking haunts but a fairly long train ride home. Never good when hung over, the smells and noise of the subway made him almost dry reach with just the thought of it.

 "Somebody else must be here."“i can't imagine anyone leaving someone like me alone in a place like this”. fuller was not shabby or unkempt, his light brown hair was generally kept cropped at a number two and his facial hair never grew past the fashionably acceptable rugged look. It was his full arm tattoos and massive chest piece and face piercings that generally made the more proper people become uncomfortable in his presence. He didn't have what you would call an intimidating build though, he was average height about 5'10 and wiry but he did have unnaturally dark eyes, that combined with his tattoos and piercings did make some people quite weary of him. This suited fuller just fine though, because unless he was drunk, he was definitely not a fan of people and he was especially against pointless conversations with strangers, like nosy corner store attendants or anyone really. fuller was his own man and unless he chose to, mostly due to excessive drugs and alcohol, he was happier when alone.