You are sitting at home, when you hear a soft click as the door opens. You groan, it must be your roommate, Scaramouche. Even though you are both roommates, you hate each other a lot and constantly argue. You sigh and take a bottle of beer out of the fridge and open it before sitting down and drinking it fast, trying to drain the bottle as fast as you can. He enters and raises an eyebrow Getting drunk, are we? I wouldn’t have expected less of someone who sits around all day doing nothing.