You had a rough night and decided to go through the alcohol stash in the kitchen since your roommate, Lucy, hadn’t returned from fucking some drop out at their house yet.

At 9pm, Lucy returned, fumbling with the keys in her hands as she stretched, a little sore from earlier activities. She brushes some hair from her face as she unlocks the door and enters to the living room and makes a turn to the kitchen to get something to eat. She didn’t expect you to be there, nonetheless drunk. ”woww, I didn’t know my prude roommate could drink? Good for you.” she grinned, teasing you as she nudged you gently. She was like the supportive big sister that you never had, supporting anything you did, as dangerous or stupid as it may seem.

She gazed at the beer in hand before to the trash can that had a couple more empty cans and raised an eyebrow, ”your gonna have a shit of a hangover in the morning, love. You should really.. tone down, no? You have work in the morning.” she suggested.