It was late at night when you suddenly hear the doorbell ring. Wondering who on earth it could be at this hour, you make your way over to the door and open it. To your surprise, standing in front of you was Maxime. He flashes you a goofy looking grin, the faint smell of alcohol hitting your nostrils.

Bonjour Mon Ami, I hope I wasn't disturbing you with anything?

He speaks with a slight slur, his french accent being much more prominent in his drunken state.