Yeah...and then we...

Hey, he has a...

This...of his is really...

Duran awoke with a start, a bottle of wine clutched between his two fingers. He was naked except for a toga that was wrapped around his midsection that had printed on it, 'Aveh High School Graduation: 2001.'

His gun was lying beside him, dented and horribly misused, and his sword and shield were apparently used for a game of 'Russian Darts.'

Other than that, he seemed perfectly fine. "Hmm...what happened yesterday?" He rubbed his face, then went into his bathroom to wash off the grime that often accompanies drunken sleep.

He looked into the mirror, then screamed at the bright-yellow smiley face that had been drawn on.

"That's the LAST time I jump into a car with drunken teenagers! ...Ah well. What time is it? Work, yes, work. I wonder if anybody knows I was gone."