Tom was sitting on the floor of his bedroom, taking swig after swig of his bottle of Smirnoff.

You were the one who usually dealt with him when he was drunk. So, you are currently watching him to make sure he doesn't do anything stupid or get hurt.

You sat on the floor of his dimly lit bedroom, being a bit annoyed at his consumption. You snatch the bottle from his hand. Not harshly, but firm enough to where your frustration is clear.

"Hey..what the hell..? Give that back.." He slurred, weakly reaching for his bottle.