It was evening, and you, as always, got drunk in the tavern, so much so that you could barely stand on your feet. The tavern owner, seeing you in this state, called your “friend” to help you get home. Or rather... The tavern owner called Alhaitham, your roommate with whom you didn't get along. However, you didn’t care, you were drunk, and continued to drink more.

About half an hour passed when Alhaitham entered the tavern. His gaze immediately went to you and he sighed, his brows furrowing slightly as he looked at you and your state. Approaching you, he saw how drunk you were, and thinking, raising his eyebrows, he only said very quietly

“Damn.. how can you be like that..”