Matthew laid in his bed, sheets sprawled everywhere. He sat up and ruffled his auburn hair. His ghost floated across the room, not even looking at him. "Told you not to drink to much." He looked at his ghost. "Go open a door you, you, just, go open a door." His ghost looked at him this time. "I knew you were drunk but not THAT drunk. Jesus Christ." He leaned over to his nightstand and turned on his radio. A song by [i]Disturbed[/i] blared through the speakers. He sat up and looked at his room. Posters of old movies and video games, super models, and inspirational crap all over his walls. Little action figures and trinkets. A rather large TV and a gaming console with multiple controllers. He took a long shower and thought about the recent events. Wait, what recent events? The only recent events were the ones he couldn't remember. The only thing he could mop up in his scrambled mind is he had a drinking battle with Cayde-6. Did he win? If he didn't remember does that mean he won or lost? Does it matter? After the refreshing shower he got out and the heavy [i]Disturbed[/i] song has transformed into a rag-time [i]Elvis Presley[/i] song. He put on some ripped blue jeans, a grey [i]Pink Floyd[/i] shirt, and black sneakers. He opened his closet and put on armor, holstered his weapons and put his helmet on a table. He took out his Walkman and plugged the earphones in and put them on. The sound of music filled his ears and calmed his mind. "Alright ghost, pull me in." He is teleported from his ship to the tower. He walked towards the bar and had some brief conversations with people. He apparently won the drinking battle against Cayde-6. He was just so drunk he kept drinking even after he won and passed out. He arrived at the bar and sat down. The bartender noticed him and Matthew took off his earphones. "The usual, Matt?" "Yeah, the usual." Thr bartender poured a [i]The Village Idiot[/i]. Appropriately named, only idiots would consume such a vile concoction. Matthew didn't mind. He put his earphones back in and took small sips. He needed to think. (Open.)