Steve Throws A Party

The state of my house suggests a substantial party has taken place. I’m told all the cool otters were there, and I’m hearing wild reports. I’ve got a lot of tidying to do, I have no idea where Steve is, and I just hope everyone got home safe…

Apparently, Brian got otterly wasted. Poor Brian ended the night naked, in a giant croissant, talking to himself.

I heard Mike is finding today in the office taxing. Are you throwing up in your lap, Mike?

Never fall asleep early at one of Steve’s parties. Nigel found this out the hard way. It could have been so much been worse, Nigel.

“GET ME HOME!” squeaked Sharon as she clambered over a confused Uber driver. She passed out seconds later.

Sally will be waking up to a hangover and additional lower back pain.

Dave actually slept in the cat’s basket. Dave is so crazy at parties.

Sarah called to be picked up early. She’s on a 5:2 diet, and the alcohol has been going straight to her furry little head recently.

Gary almost made it home, almost….

Belinda is still wasted the morning after, and Stacey is pissed off because they were meant to be going shopping. Why is Belinda like this!?

And finally, I’ve found Steve! He’s still upstairs in his bedroom. I’ve told him to help me clear up and go to bed. Neither of these things will happen.

But, Steve is trying his best.