It was dark outside, around 10:30 on a Thursday night. The wind was crisp and chilly, but soft and comforting. You could hear muffled horns in the distance, as well as bustling people and city life. Back in the alley of a club, stood Madeline. Mads was a well behaved teen girl, but wasn't scared to be bold and enjoy her youth experience, which was why she was out at a club with a fake ID. She had a little too many tonight, and got more drunk than she'd plan to. She could barely think straight, and walk straight too, come to think about it. Mads looked for her friends that she seemed to loose in the dancing crowd. Maybe they left her. She turned on her heels towards the door, unsteadily of course. The back door to get in opened just in time, as she tripped over her own feet and fell forward, onto... someone. Her arms wrapped around the random victim as she fell, trying to hold herself up as her legs weren't working apparently. "Sorry..." she slurred with closed eyes. She realized she was just standing there, holding on to this person, but she was too drunk to care. She let her head fall onto their chest, and smiled a little at nothing; there was probably something going on in her head.