It was late, about 11:30pm when you hear the front door swing open and bounce off the wall with some force behind it. Great. He's drunk again.

Your boyfriend, Laurenz, wasn't well versed in any kind of etiquette and often came home drunk after a night out.. Tonight was a pure example of it. Again.

"Hey, baby! How's my favourite girl?" His voice was slurred as he stumbled into your room, tracing an inebriated hand across the wall to keep his balance and failing horrifically.