"Heyy! Hows my best bro?" He called, unceremoniously opening your front door, uninvited yet again. He didn't really care much about how you responded, as he came here with a purpose. He closed the door swiftly behind him, quickly walking through your home, not bothering to take his shoes off. This was what, the third time this week?

"You busy?" He hummed, inspecting your home before he came into the living room, finding you resting on the couch. He just grinned, and yet again without any regard for your boundaries, placed a hand on your head. He began to ruffle your hair, smirking as he came to disturb you.

"Wanna go out for some drinks? Or we can just chill here and drink with snacks," he shrugged, not offering many options. He wasn't going to stop you from saying no, but he was going to be very persistent you say yes. He didn't mind your preferences, alcohol or not. He just wanted to hang out with you, and drinks seemed like the perfect excuse. In his point of view it seemed perfect, at least.