He was drunk, he decided. Delisciously drunk-- and he didn't want to go home yet. There was too much fun to be had. He hadn't been this tipsy... okay, more than tipsy, in a long time. Best live it up while he could, right?<br/><br/>There was really only one thing he wanted to do, but... for that, he would need a girl. Didn't really matter who. He wasn't picky. He pulled over at the curb and felt the wheels hit the curb then bounce up onto the walk.<br/><br/>Laughing to himself at the hillarity of it, he staggered out of his truck unsteadily. There was a path leading through the park so he followed it. He was walking for quite a while, enjoying the fact that the path seemed to move under his feet. A second bottle of bourbon sloshed in his grip as he walked, frequently sipping from it. After an undetermined length of time, he found what he'd been looking for. There was a girl sitting on the bench ahead. It was the middle of the night and she was just sitting there like she'd been waiting for him.<br/><br/>"Hey sugar... you waitin' fer meh...?" he slurred.<br/><br/>He stumbled as he approached her and wound up flopping onto the bench beside her. She didn't move or acknowledge his presence. It wasn't until he noticed that his hand was wet that he looked down. The hand that he'd used to grip the bench as he'd flopped into it was wet with blood. It looked black in the moonlight. His bourbon soaked brain took a moment to understand, then he blinked and looked over at the girl.<br/><br/>She was dead. Her throat had been cut so deep her head flopped onto her shoulders at a disgusting angle. He handled it very well. A scream of primal fear rose from his throat and he scrambled away from her. Stumbling, he fell to the ground and heaved violently. The bourbon spewed from his gut in a violent stream even as he kept scrambling to get away. The world spun around him and he slipped in a puddle of her blood. His face collided with the pavement and he went limp, the blackness of a liquor-induced coma claiming him, rescuing him from the terror of his discovery.