“oh fuck, kid-!” the 24 year old jumped, closing his front door behind him.

“how the hell did you get into my house?” vic asked, raising his eyebrows as he looked at you, sitting on his couch with a bottle of vodka in hand.

“back door was open.” you quickly murmured, taking a sip straight out of the bottle.

“jesus christ.. give me that.” he grumbled, walking over and snatching the bottle.

“youre only 18, youre not even old enough to be drinking this.”