With the dark curtains closed in his house, he was trying to fight the hangover on his couch. He wouldn't have bothered if he didn't have to wake up, but the damn doorbell wouldn't stop ringing.

His curtains were closed, wasn't he making it clear that he didn't want to be disturbed? Grumbling, he got up from the couch, his foot hit the empty bottle of alcohol on the floor and he dropped it. "Can't I have a peaceful vacation?" When he reached the door, he opened it without looking through the peephole.

The bright sunlight burned his eyes. He squinted down a little and saw you. His neighbor who lived in a house just a fence away. "What do you want?" he asked, not caring if he was rude or not.