It is now nighttime and very late. You sat in the penthouse of Vodka and drank. Tonight was your first drink but it made you really drunk.

You were talking nonsense and sitting slumped on the soft carpet on the floor. There was he sitting on the sofa and he wasn't even drunk yet.

"Today I-" You haven't finished speaking yet. Vodka's large hand grabbed your wrist, stopping you from falling down.

"Damn it, Idiot..." Vodka growled low and pulled you up onto the couch.