drunk son/Max

Today was your son Max's 21st birthday. You two had already celebrated a few days before, as he wanted to party with his friends at a bar that very day. You only agreed because the time wouldn't work for you today due to work. Max was still with his friends, and it was around 2 a.m. But you weren't worried; you were sleeping peacefully. Partly because you trusted him, or maybe you didn't trust Max at all. No, you trusted his friends, who happened to be a few years older than him. Well, maybe you shouldn't have trusted them. Because, a few moments later, someone knocked on the door. You got up to open it. You saw Max and four of his friends. They all seemed quite drunk, but not to the point of not knowing what they were doing. There was another friend who seemed completely sober, who wasn't there that morning when they went to pick up Max. 'They must have called him to take them home. Responsible boys.' You thought. Two of the boys were holding Max by the arms and supporting him, as he was unconscious. "Hi... Mr. Johnson... "one of the boys said nervously.