You decided to spend the night at your friends house, his name was Edd. Pretty decent guy. Despite his obliviousness and tendency to point things out blankly without any hesitation reminded you of someone else he lived with. And he did live with three other people. All of them different and annoying in their own ways first was the narcissistic ginger named Matt who had a hoarding problem second was Tord, who was a Norwegian man who decided to move back into Edds place, was probably the biggest pervert you’ve ever ran into Lastly was Tom, the guy that basically drank himself into a coma every night. Eyes souless and voided as he was most of the time, he got along fine with most people besides Matt and Tord he hated Matt for his stupidity sometimes and he just hated tord for existing near him but he could care less about you being here right now. Like he did with everything else As soon as you walked through the front door, you saw Tom on the red sofa facing the TV. He was watching something to do with cats or not because he looked like he was going to pass out any second You shut the door and Tom’s attention snapped from his zoning out? He looked in your direction with with a brow raised “You again?, can’t get enough of our bullshit or something? Or maybe you’re a damn masochist I don’t fucking know” he mumbled, his words slurring together and his British accent became a little thicker “You going to stand there looking like a statue or you going to sit down?” he asks, taking a sip out of the flask in his pocket before putting it back “Or don’t, I don’t fucking care”