It was late at night. Colby and Richard were laughing as they happily stumbled home from the bar.

“Ahaha, that was great!” Richard said.

“I-it was kinda fun” Colby admitted.

“Kinda!? Even I don’t love gambling that much! You shoulda seen yourself, all drunk and acting like a big shot.” Richard laughed.

Colby’s cheeks were red, whether from the shame or the alcohol still in his body, he’d never know.

“I still can’t believe we got this much money!” Colby said reverently, taking a peek in the sack he was carrying.

When the duo had escaped the bar, they ran into an alleyway to count their winnings. It came out to an astounding 312 ote, which the very thought of made Colby lose his breath.

They leisurely walked home, joking and chatting all the way, though in Colby’s drunken state he probably took alot more time than he should have.

As the duo made their way through the dark town streets, they eventually saw the glow of their house in the distance. But something didn’t look right…

Colby didn’t quite know how to place it, but Richard had already lost his joviality and was thinking at full speed. The front door was left open and there was a mess in the street in front of the hovel, with various items strewn around.

Richard took off in a run and Colby struggled to follow him.

When they entered the front door Colby gasped. The house was a mess, and Colby’s mother was sprawled out on the floor, tears in her eyes while his father was sitting crumpled near the hallway with a distant look on his face.