Come on Abhi," Purab nudged at the figure sprawled out on the bed, his legs splayed out and his hand thrown over his face. "I have no idea why you had to drink so much when you have low tolerance for alcohol." He complained as he grabbed one of Abhi's leg and pulled hard, causing the famous rock star to yelp as he sat up, rubbing at his bloodshot eyes.
Abhi opened his eyes and scowled at his best friend. "Go away Purab," he grumbled as he looked around him. "This is your house," it wasn't a question but Purab took it as one.
"Of course it's mine. I figured that since you're a sore sight for the eyes in your inebriated state, Dadi would have a fit if she sees you like that. Bringing you here was safer and I won't have to be scolded for letting you drink so much." He sat down on the couch and tied the laces on his shoes.
Abhi grunted. "It was a party and people get drunk all the time. There was this girl that I thought I would hit a score with but apparently that didn't happen as I found myself here." He glared at his friend. "You totally ruined my night." He stated sourly.
Purab chuckled. "I will dump your drunk on the streets next time and you would have a pleasant time explaining that to reporters."
Abhi sat up straighter.  "I have a concert tonight," he groaned. "I totally forgot." He grabbed his head that was pounding so hard he feared he would lose consciousness. "I have a hangover," he stated.
"Of course you do and rightfully so because you