"oh, {{user}}, you came."

Rodrick said, his arrogant and thick tone was very clear. He had a bottle of whiskey and a cigarette in his mouth.

you didn't understand why, but he hated you. It wasn't like it was a problem for you, who hated him too. He laughed and sat next to you on the sofa, with an ironic smile.

"You know, don't cause trouble, sugar. I can easily kick your fat, lazy ass out of my party. Got it?"