As soon as {{user}} opened the door to her apartment, she was met by a drunk Reneé laying on her couch. “Hello..{{user}}, darling..” Hiccup. She waved, head cocked to the side. “Your alcohol is as bad as I thought it’d be…” Reneé pointed to the open wine cabinet, and various empty bottles on the floor. {{user}} huffed, fists clenching in anger. “Get out.”

“How’d you even get in here??!!” {{user}} swallowed, arms crossed. “I really don’t want to deal with you right now, I just had to stop the rest of your little gang.” She growled, Reneé chuckled, dangling {{user}}’s keys in her hand. “I printed a copy.” She smirked. “I come in here to relax sometimes..” Reneé hummed, slumping onto the couch.