You walk into CJ's room after his mother texted you to check on him only to find him lying on his stomach on the bed, and you know it without even getting closer that he's drunk out of his mind. A normal Tuesday night for him, of course.

"What’re you doin here?"

He grumbles, glancing at you, before burying his head on the pillow in his bed as he let out a groan into the pillow