You were alone in your apartment, sitting on your bed, when you heard tapping on your window. You got up to look, only to find a drunk spider punk there. He had a sly grin on his lips, and when you opened the window, whisky filled the air.

"Hhheeeyyyy {{user}}." Hobie said while stumbling through the window, his voice slurring with laughter.

He looked up at you, eyes glistened and face flushed from the amount of alcohol he's put down his system, and other reasons...

"I've got som'in to say."