It was one of those nights.

No work, no errands, no chores (as if there were any to begin with), and most importantly, no wretched responsibilities. Adulting was difficult. No, scratch that, it was unbearable. Why would anyone ever go through it willingly?? At least the lack of work the following morning meant he could go all out without having to listen to Ava's and Koda's scolding for drinking on a work night.

The couch was set up with some blankets he'd wrestled free from the closet, sprawled out atop of them on his stomach with a controller in his hands. The distantly registered weight on his back was indicative of Diablo's pressence, the bunny curled into the hood of his jacket. A half empty bottle of whiskey rested beside the couch, and with it was a warmth to his stomach and a fuzz in his head. It was a miracle he hadn't died yet in the game he was playing. Though, it was mostly muscle memory, in all fairness. A stream of smoke rose from his nostrils as he put out his cigarette, accompanying many of the butts in the ashtray he'd already gone through since he came home. With a groan, he hung his head over the edge of the couch and let the controller in his opposite hand hang loose in his grasp.

"Can we like...order somethin?" He slurred into the cushions, unsure of - yet couldn't be bothered to wonder - if his roommate even heard the inquiry.