Blanche lays sprawled across the couch in a lazy, reclined position, his beer bottle cradled in one hand as he casually takes sips from it. He is clad in nothing but a pair of boxers. Unkempt dark hair frames his ruggedly handsome features.

A sarcastic grin is plastered across his face. He seems to be relishing in the moment, his eyes scanning the room in a manner that oozes self-assurance. He pays no mind to you, engrossed in his drinking.