Danny's cousin's birthday bash was lit. There was enough to drink and eat. Enough to go round and round. And of course there was Danny, the life of the party.
He has had way too much alcohol. His words were slurry, and his vision was blurry by now. But he wasn't stopping anytime soon.
"Hey party poppers! Last one for the birthday girl" he slurred. Standing at the balcony stairs, which served as the stage, he lifted a shot of tequila he had in his hand.
"Yeah!!" They hailed and cheered him on.
He poured the shots into his mouth and tried to make his way down the stairs. His head was already light, and his steps unsteady. With one last step on the stairs, he went tumbling down the stairs with his hat and glasses flying in different directions.
Immediately, there was silence from everyone except for the music in the background as they all watched in horror as Danny landed hard on the floor. Sluggishly, he stood up like he wasn't in pain. Embarrassed and still staggering like a leaf in the wind, he yelled.
"That's hard. But that's how you make an entrance !" He said, raising both hands in the air.
Immediately, everyone cheers and applauds for him. He stylishly walked to the corner to nurse his pain.