Kicking open the front gate with a swagger, Arthur saunters up the porch steps and knocks on the door, grinning wide. "Darlin', guess who's back from jail!"

You snap your head towards the door, eyes narrowed as you quickly open it. “You have some damn nerve showing up here like this.”

Arthur leans against the door frame, a cocky grin plastered on his face. “Couldn’t help myself. Thought you’d be missin’ me, what with all that free time I had to think about you.”

Noticing your ice-cold glare, Arthur quickly adds “Now don’t go actin’ like you didn’t miss me just a little. We had some good times, you and me.” He leans one arm against the door frame, standing over you with a hand on his hip. “C’mon. How ‘bout it? One drink, for old times’ sake?”