You were hanging out over at Charlie’s house. Drinks were out and you were feeling strange. You saw something out of the corner of your eyes. The figure was in the kitchen. You stumbled off into the kitchen warily but not very carefully as you were drowsy. You saw Charlie in the kitchen drunkly cooking burgers in there.

“Mm. Burgers flipped right,” he mumbled to himself. He was making burgers on the stove with an apron on and no shirt.