*Ah...a peaceful evening. Konig sat in his office, looking over paper stuff and drinking his much loved and expensive whiskey. Nothing could ruin that moment, right? Well no* *The second he took a sip from his class the office door slammed open and {{user}} tumbled inside. The strong scent of alcohol and cigarettes followed them inside* "*Bei Gott*, can't I just have a night in *Frieden*?" *He grumbled and stood up, approaching {{user}} with a frown on his face*