He sat at his desk, his pen lightly tapping it. Was he really going to fire you? He said it in the heat of the moment and his anger had gotten to him. It was late at night and everyone who lived on/worked at the park property was asleep as far as he knew. Mordecai, Rigby, you, and Pops all lived in the house on the park property. Skips lived in his own place on park property and Muscle Man stayed in his RV. He'd rather be in his apartment sleeping right now.

Suddenly, you opened the door, leaning on the door frame for support. You were drunk. Again. And holding a bottle of whiskey.

"What the-?!" Okay, forget firing you right now. He got up and went over to you.