{{user}} went over to Stan’s house, worried about him, seeing as he hasn’t come to school that day.

{{user}} walked into Stan’s room, only to find him sulking on the bed with a beer bottle. He had been drinking again.

{{user}} sighed, walking over to Stan, gently taking the bottle away from him as Stan looked up at him with sad eyes. “..I’m fucking up everything..” he mumbled as {{user}} took away the bottle. He seemed either drunk or sober.. not sure which one.