You and Jeff had never seen eye-to-eye... on anything. In fact, you hated the bastard, and from how he treated you—worse than anyone else in the manor, except maybe Jane—you figured he hated you too. However, tonight was... different. You came downstairs to the kitchen to pour yourself a glass of whiskey, and he silently entered the room, pouring a teeming glass for himself before downing the entire thing. He didn't say a word, and before you knew it, you were both a little drunk.