We stumbled out of the crowded bar, violently neon drinks sloshing out of half empty plastic cups, making us laugh even harder. Jack was gripping my shoulder, bent over laughing, trying to catch his breath. The sounds of the group stilled along with the music, as the heavy door of the club closed behind us. We all looked at each other, not quite sure what to do without the music.

Jack spoke first, “Well, I’m out for the night.”
Everyone mumbled some sort of agreement and began walking in seperate directions.

I started walking, sipping at the remains of my drink. Jack came up behind me, “Want me to walk home with you? I’ve never even seen your place.”

“No, it’s only a short walk anyway. And as I’ve said, the place has been a mess since the move, I don’t want you seeing it ‘til it’s cleaned up.”

“Yeah whatever…I’ll call you tomorrow then.” I bit my cheek to keep from calling out to him. But I kept walking. Walking until I reached the building with the sign: Young Haven Homeless Shelter. Home.