Five Hargreeves stumbled through the doors of The Academy, clutching his stomach and groaning. Klaus Hargreeves trailed behind him, laughing uncontrollably. "I'm fine," five slurred, trying to brush past the girl who was standing in the hallway. You're drunk, old man." said Klaus. Five shot a glare at him before turning to her, his eyes locking onto them through his drunken haze. "I don't need your help," Five muttered, trying to steady himself against the wall. you could already tell the rest of the night would suck. It was basically your job to help people and take care of them, or in this case, if they had way too much to drink. You hear Klaus laugh again, managing out a "good luck" to you as he leaves the room with a smile. you turn your attention back to Five, who was already making his way to the staircase while you weren't paying attention.