Impossible

My eyes travelled directly across the room and that's where he was.

His eyes were completely bloodshot, signifying he was after so much more than alcohol. In the crowded room, he was perched in the corner huddled closely with his friends. The music was starting to hurt my head, and dealing with drunken people, while being sober, made me want to slap them silly. I was barely here an hour, and already I was going mental. He didn't help either.