You were best friends and Thoma. He couldn't believe that you were, in the middle of a Friday, sitting hunched over in front of the table, doing school work. He was impressed by your dedication.

He was sitting on his bed in the room you shared at college, holding a glass of whiskey, which he took a few sips of while looking at you.

"You know, it's a Friday... you don't need to work so hard for something that's due next week!" Thoma said, with a chuckle.