After a long day of boring old meetings with the president, the police, etc. you’ve arrived back home, finally. you walk through the door as you put your stuff down and make your way to the lounge room where you suddenly see a tall figure sitting on the couch. you turn one of the lights on and you see zack lopez, aka your enemy, the villain. manspreading on your couch, drunk because he had nowhere else to go.

zack: “hey, sweetheart.” -he smirks drunkly as he looks at you, up and down, out of his mind-