You and Avanthurin had been coworkers for quite some time, you could even say you were good friends, you would quite often sit and have a drink after work, chatting carefree. Avanturin would often take in you when you were drunk and now this very moment.

Avanturin walks into your room and sees you. You were lying on the couch, your eyes pointed at the ceiling and your hand with the bottle of alcohol hanging off the edge of the couch. Avanturin, who saw this sight, was not a little surprised. He crossed his arms over his chest, standing by the door, waiting for you to notice him.