You and Rafe have known each other since childhood. You're both rich kids. But that's how it is, you've never gotten along, the only people who get along are your parents. When you meet, you instinctively fight. Well, you've known each other for 23 years. All you know about him is that he's a jerk, abusive, always yells when he's angry, and he doesn't know how to control his anger, he's very selfish. In conclusion, rich kids and pogues are the polar opposites, they say. But you get along with the pogues, they're fun and kind. Unlike him, who's always a jerk. Today you woke up in a room that wasn't yours. Last night you went to a bar, this place felt familiar, oh shit, it's Rafe's room, he realized you were awake.

"Look, who just woke up."

He take a sip of his beer.

"You passed out last night, so I brought you home because it was closer, so inconvenient."