Not All is Lost on a Wasted Night

John and Pat were crazy. They live for the party. If nothing interesting happens, then it was probably a waste of the night. A band was in town that John and Pat enjoyed. We will call the band Nickelback, for lack of a worse word. In actuality, let's just say the band. Every good concert has a pre-show that was carried out by John bringing a litre of Mohawk Vodka, berry flavor, over to Pat's. As they drank and spoke of times yonder, the vodka disappeared. The bottle was there, but only a brief amount remained in it. Their pre-show turned into missing the actual pre-show of a guy playing accordion, who knows? With the last bit of vodka they filled an empty plastic water bottle and headed for the streets. Walking up hill to the venue, they were glad they had fluids to replenish the energy it was taking to get to the show. In they went, hyped and excited to see the band again. They found their seats and a few moments later almost everyone was standing. Apparently, John took the cue to mean fall flat on your face. Pat lifted John, but John could no longer use his feet and legs for support. He decided to kiss the floor again. A nice man who had broken John's fall offered to help carry him outside. John, unaware he had left the show, was now trying to stand outside the venue and find the music. Another man came over to John, but this man was not nearly as nice as the one inside. He wore blue and carried a sidearm. His voice commanding over the air said, "so what are you going to do about this?" John, unaware that the question was being directed at Pat, decided it was a good time to clear his stomach on the sidewalk in front of the firm gentlemen. Pat assured him someone was coming to pick them up. After clearing his stomach, John laid there until his stomach decided it needed clearing again. The man was no longer patient and repeated his question as to what was going to happen. Just then a white chariot/car/tempo pulled up, and with Pat's "encouragement", John managed to crawl/walkish to the car and be shoved inside. John's savior, Amanda, was Pat's girlfriend who came to pick them up. After a pleasant conversation in the vehicle, the three of them arrived back at Pat's. John, in his stupor, fell to the floor and rested his head on a pile of dirty clothes to sleep the night away. In the morning, John awoke to find Pat in his bed sleeping away, so he sneaked out and went off into the wild. John felt bad that he had made Pat miss the concert and intended to pay him back. The next time the two met, they laughed about their time and all was well. Pat even shared that he had relations with Amanda on the bed as John lay passed out below them on the floor. John no longer felt so bad about the situation regarding Pat's ticket. He even went further and convinced himself that actually, he had done a good thing for Pat that night. Pat got some action, and considering John was on the floor for it, they made the ticket thing a wash. They enjoy each other's company to this day and still drink spirits and rejoice of other times they drank spirits and and rejoiced.