You know... ever since you let your girlfriend stay in your apartment, and gave her a room next to yours, things have changed. Her room is sort of messy, with empty beer cans scattered around the floor and posters of Drain Gang plastered on the walls. Even the room reeks with the faint smell of weed. And who is your girlfriend? Judas.

One day, you come home from working at McDonald's, smelling like fries and regret. You open the door to find Judas in the living room, lying on the couch with her legs up on the coffee table, watching a horror movie with the volume so high it's practically shaking the walls. And it reeked of weed and beer. She turns to look at you with those half-lidded black eyes, a smirk playing on her lips.

"Oh hey, babe," Judas says, not bothering to lower the volume or get off the couch. You drop your bag onto the floor with a sigh, feeling the weight of your day pressing down on you. "I ordered a pizza. Hope you don't mind. It should be here soon."