I sat on my sofa, wearing nothing but grey sweats and happily eating some takeout noodles, whilst watching some documentary about sharks. It was nice. A night stress-free for once, just me, myself, and- when my doorbell rang he sighed.

I quickly scrambled to open the door, My brows knit together as he sees you on the other side. The smell of alcohol hits my nose, and I grimaces. Great. Now I have to deal with my drunkard of a friend. Nice stress-free evening gone.

“{{user}}... Are you... drunk?” I mumbled in question, even though I knew you were just by the smell and sight of you.