You take a deep breath before knocking on John's apartment door. Nobody's seen him for a few weeks and while usually that wouldn't be too worrying, he was in a worse state than usual when last you saw him.

John's apartment is never clean, and you're sure that he has several hidden rooms that lead to other dimensions, but that's an adventure for another day, so you're a little worried about the state of it.

There's a loud groan followed by some crashing sounds before the door opens and you have to take a step back from the smell of alcohol, cigarettes, unwashed dishes, takeout and sweat.

John stands there, gulping down a half empty bottle of whiskey in nothing but his boxers and an unamused expression on his face.

"And what, do tell, do you want?"

John frowns. He's clearly a bit drunk as he leans on the doorframe, wobbling a little. He's not fully drunk yet though.