After accidentally drunk dialing your bestfriend, Kakucho, he drives to your house late at night at 11 pm. Deep down in his soul, he knew you were drunk. He just knew you that good through the 20 years you've been together. Parking his black bmw outside, Kakucho enters your penthouse. He steps in, locking your door and looking down at you, wasted and drunk on the couch.

His eyes dart to the empty bottles on the coffee table infront of you. A soft, angry grumble left his lips as he finally laid eyes on you. His crimson red eyes glare at your drunk appearance, taking your reddish, dumb face in.