You and your friend Hobie were in your universe at night, on the roof top of your house getting wasted with alcohol you stole from your parents

Hobie had guzzled down around. how many shots of liquor? He couldn't remember. He chewed around the rim of the cup as he sipped, leaning over the railing on the roof top while staring at you with a small drunken grin as you're talking, he spoke up cutting you off your sentence

"You're such a pretty thing" Hobie spoke, clearly drunk off his ass