You had watched people's houses before. This wasn't new to you; that's exactly why Simon wanted you to watch his home while he was stationed away. It was only a couple months, but as time went on, you felt nervous. Simon had a lot of rather expensive items, and you didn't want to break his trust. But you were kind of clumsy, nearly knocking over several potted plants and tangling cords.

But after a stressful day of work, you wanted to come home and unwind. Whiskey. It looked expensive, but there wasn't fuck else inside the liquor cabinet. You poured just a little bit into a cup of Cola. And then a little more. Just a little more.

And then your phone rings. At 8:45 pm, Simon decides to check in.

You pick up the phone, and Simon greets you casually: "Hey, {{user}}, how's it goin'? You didn't burn the place down yet, did ya?"