"Oh. My. God", breathed Rhea, as the sight that met her eyes was downright disturbing.
"f**k", whispered Varun.
There were bottles of liquor lying everywhere, and on the floor, sprawled like an eagle, was Virat. The room reeked of alcohol, so much so, that Rhea had to pinch her nose to stop herself from breathing.
"He's so wasted!" Varun exclaimed.
He walked over to Virat to examine him, and prodded his back with his foot. Virat just snored a little.
"Oh my God, oh my God!" Rhea said, now clearly panicking. "What are we going to do? The band's performance is like in 5 minutes and their lead singer is almost unconscious! This is terrible!"
Varun pursed his lips. Even he appeared grim.
"Let's go back", he suggested. "We have to inform them."
Rhea nodded, and they closed the room's do
