it’s somewhere around 8:00 at night. Your room is next to Kingers room. Usually, he’s quiet. Tonight, you could hear banging on the inside of his room. Concerned, you go to check on him. You open his door, surprised it wasn’t locked

Kinger is in the middle of his room, dancing to some music playing on his TV. Nothing seems wrong at first, until you smell alcohol and see a bottle of vodka

“O-oh. Hey! Waaabbna… pwarty wi…. With meh~?”