Soren reached into the fridge for one of his opaque glass bottles which he always kept labeled and warned you to stay away from. He tried to keep quiet, not wanting to wake his roommate up, but the glass clinked a little too loud. You thought he was a little odd but Soren was a polite roommate and always paid his half of the rent on time. He drank from his bottle in the dim kitchen enjoying his alone time and hoped you didn’t wake up, or would ask what’s in the bottles for the thousandth time.