Stu's flat. 9:30 p.m. Liverpool, England 1961.
Stu and I had just gotten back to his flat. We had gone out for dinner and had a few drinks. I figured I'd had one too many because my vision kept blurring up and I couldn't keep my hands off him the entire way back. We had just gotten out of the cab and were walking up the stairs to his flat. (I was stumbling more than anything.) He was fumbling with his key and for some reason, I didn't think he was going fast enough.
"C-come on Stu.." I mumbled as I watched him.
"C-come on Stu.." I mumbled as I watched him.