Naked

You always figure that having a party where no one shows up, that would be the worst thing possible. A nightmare. Like getting on the school bus with everyone laughing, only to look down and find out you were naked.

The floors all swept and mopped in the afternoon. Music playing in the speakers. Enough bottles of vodka to kill you three times over. A door buzzer that never rings.

It turns out, of course, that things can be worse. The door buzzer can ring once.