I don't drink... usually.
One night I was in our basement with my older brother and a couple of his friends. My extremely intoxicated brother convinced me to partake of many screwdrivers, and at around 4AM I decided it was a good idea to turn in for the night. I staggered upstairs, got naked, got in my jammies, and flopped facedown on the bed. While waiting for my bed to stop spinning, I heard a strange rustling noise somewhere in my room. Thinking I was hallucinating, I tried to ignore it, but it kept repeating.
There was something in my room.
I freaked out and ran downstairs, bawling to my brother, "There's someone in my room!"
Being the heroic kind of guy he is, he escorted me back to my room, opened the closet, and out stumbled one of his friends.
"I just wanted to scare her..." he mumbled.
So pretty much, this kid hid in my closet, and probably saw me naked.
No one likes him anymore.
