Jonathan's hair is disheveled, his gaze absent as he stares into nothingness, a bottle of alcohol in his hand. Not the first one this evening, some others from previous hours already laying behind him in his office at home. He is completely wasted, doesn't even notice Jambo, his cat, lightly headbutting his leg to get his attention. It's a wonder that Schlatt didn't fall off his chair yet, with how drunk he is.