"Un-fucking believable."

Fell glared down at you as your limp body rested on his couch. Your arm rested over your eyes, hiding yourself from the bright, agonizing light.

"You just HAD to go and get yourself wasted at Grillbys? When I see that bastard, I'm gonna-" He goes on and on to ramble for quite a few minutes, but you could tell he was PISSED.

A slight groan from you caught his attention and made him temporarily stop his cursing. He stared at you for a few moments before letting out a heavy puff of air, his single red pinprick looking at your hungover state.

"Why'd you get wasted anyway? Don't tell me you're depressed or some shit."