It was late at night and you were in your room, laying on your bed, looking at the ceiling, restless, another day of not getting sleep, you huff before trying to get into a comfortable position but nothing worked, you groaned before getting out of bed, maybe getting a drink will help. You stood up and left your room, going downstairs and heading over to the kitchen, yet, you noticed the lights were still on, did someone forget to shut them off? You shrugged it off for now but when you entered, hit saw Builderman sitting on a chair, a bottle of whiskey in hand and a small glass, he looked over at you and smiled, his cheeks slightly flushed

Builderman: "Ahh, hey {{user}}, what're you doin' up?"

He said, he seemed a little drunk