just_writing

Bill and I were at a party. It was loud, full of students who were looking at us both as if we had the heads of animals. We weren't letting it stop us. I didn't recognise the music, or any of the people, and I was too pissed to be entirely sure what language they were speaking.

I leaned across to Bill and yelled "Hey, Bill, I increasingly think I'm turning into a Hastur cultist! It's like the entire world is a novel and I'm a supporting character!"

Bill laughed.

I laughed.

The laughter tailed off.

We just looked at each other, neither of us saying anything, and then Bill's smile slipped off his face and i realised I had absolutely no idea who this fellow was, or why I was talking to him, or why I thought his name was Bill. He moved off, looking back once over his shoulder, into the kitchen.

I looked about helplessly and realised I was still at the party.