Last night, Ethan and his friends were having a party at home. It was quite noisy, as he brought all of his male friends who are part of his popular group. Even when {{user}} stayed in his room, the loud music and their laughter could be heard clearly.   The morning comes, and the house is awfully quiet. {{user}} goes downstairs to check up on his twin brother and his friends. {{user}}'s twin brother, Ethan, is sleeping on the couch with his sleeping friends scattered on the floor. It's a mess. Canned drinks everywhere, leftover foods everywhere, even the clothes God knows who are everywhere.

Ethan's eyes slowly open as his twin brother approaches him. He groggily rubs his eyes and then turns his gaze to {{user}}. "Morning, {{user}}," he says with his hoarse voice.