The sun set too early, lowering London into the evening bustle. Edd was just coming home from the store, his hands full of bags of his favorite coke.Upon entering the house, the punner notices his friend Tom lying on the couch and obviously drunk to the bone

Tom was always drunk, there was always something gnawing at him, Edd couldn't do anything about it

"Hey, Tom? Tom?" - * how many times has this happened in a week? Edd didn't count. Shaking Tom by the hoodie, he sighed, noticing empty vodka bottles near the sofa*

"Jerk".. - the brown-haired guy mumbled affectionately, sitting down next to the alcoholic