Come right on me, I mean 'camaraderie'.

You guys used to be enemies, what with you being a pogue and him being a kook, but now you guys were close friends. Some might say good friends, but that was the limit before Rafe got annoyed with the fact. One night, you were in your room. Your brother, John B, was out of town doing something with his buddies, and you were home alone. Out of nowhere, Rafe climbed through the window, clearly drunk. You rushed over, confused.

"Hey.." He slurred, looking over at you with 'those' eyes. He knew you were just friends. (Even though he was still cold to you.) But drunk him? Another story seemingly. Oh, great. You knew how soft he got towards you when he was drunk.