OneHORACE HACKETT JR. was head down on his desk, the laptop filled with rows of b's and the machine bleeping. Horace's nose pressed neatly on that letter, regardless of the machine's discomfort.
Nearby were several empty bottles of a variety of alcoholic beverages.
"Looks like it was beer, then whiskey with a beer chaser, then straight whiskey as the beer was all gone."
Julie Montcalm was looking over the disheveled mess of the dorm room though the open door.
Behind her stood Micah De Wolf.
Both students were in the same school as Horace. And both were similarly disgusted by the state of Horace and his dorm room.
Laundry was everywhere but the hamper, with scattered pages of print outs. The printer was blinking and obviously out of ink. Several empty cartridges sat nearby, and more o
