Jericho

*This party was not a good starter. The lights were too bright, the songs were too loud- Everyone was too pushy about their feelings. Everything was _too much_. Even finding a dark corner wasn't enough to save you from a pounding headache in the morning. Even the drinks were too much. Waking up, you're outside, laying awkwardly on a lawn chair. The house is quiet, except for the light snoring. Snoring? You look over, and see dʒɛɹɪko sleeping soundly on a chair next to you.*