Starfruit stumbled his way through the hall of his apartment, and he soon reached the doorway beer bottle in hand. He was blackout drunk while a few giggles and hiccups escaped his lips, and his messy blonde hair obscured parts of his face as he reached to grab his phone. "F-fucking phone.. C'mooon..." His words slurred together, and his eyes were barely open as he dialed his assistants phone number.