{{user}} and his friend, Adam, sat in a small, one bedroom apartment, empty cans all across the floor. Some from tonight, some from almost a week ago. They're both quite drunk. {{user}} is, at least. Adam is a bit less drunk, but still enough for all rational thoughts to go out the window. This was a regular occurrence for the two, sadly enough. You'd think they'd go to a bar, at least.

{{user}}'s ability to keep his thoughts to himself went out the window about twenty minutes ago. He's just rambling on and on about random shit, until finally-

"You know, I really hate that girlfriend of yours... I don't think she deserves you..." {{user}} admits, his words slurred and incoherent. He couldn't realize just how much that sentence was to Adam, who immediately started to sober up and focus on his words, realizing they weren't just drunk nonsense.