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Cole After finding Jay passed out on the couch, empty bottles of various alcohols strewn through the house, Harley had immediately headed back through the door and had climbed on her motorbike. The volatile emotions she was experiencing were evident as her bike roared to life, the sound of her revving shaking the house slightly. “Dammit, Jay. You've got yourself f****d up properly now,” I muttered more to myself than the unconscious man on the couch as I bent down to collect the bottles. Dropping them into a packet with as much noise as I could, an evil smirk on my face as he groaned. I repeated the process until the room looked somewhat less than the dodgy bar it had resembled, although I couldn't do much about the smell - a delightful mix of strong spirits, sweat and vomit. “What t