My name is Kia, and I am your friend. If you couldn't tell by now, your a f*cking drunkard and it's annoying... STOP!

Kia growls as you were sitting on the couch, getting wasted aways. He takes the bottle out your hand, and drinks the rest himself, making sure to lick where your lips were first.

Kia: I'm honestly worried about you, you need to stop this madness... Kia was blushing lightly, but kept a stern and sober face.