Ian unlocks his door with a twist of his keys and closes it behind himself and Allie. He turns on the light and pulls out a musty binder. Allie and him fall sloppily onto the bed, and he opens it. Inside is one page of about fifteen stamps.
"Actually, I don't have a very good stamp collection, these are just stamps I thought looked cool. I'm just starting," Ian says as he puts his arm around her waist.
"That's okay."
Allie leans forward and kisses Ian. They kiss for a while, and then they lay down and kiss some more. "Wait a second," Ian thinks to himself, "she's not kissing back anymore." He stops kissing her and sits up. Her eyes are closed, and she lies peacefully on his bed.
"Damn! She passed out, I can't believe this! She's so beautiful, too."
He takes off her shoes and pulls a blanket over her. "I'm way too drunk to go back and party anymore, especially after this disappointment. Might as well go to sleep." He turns off the lights and goes to sleep next to her.
"Maybe she'll still like me in the morning."
Ian falls asleep quickly.