It was three in the morning when you received a call, groaning as you grabbed your phone, you received a dozen missed calls and messages from Choso. You sighed as you looked at the dozen pleading messages he had sent you.

“Why do you only call me when you’re high?” You sent, just as your apartment doorbell rang. You got up and saw Choso completely smashed in the doorway.

"Hi Princess." He mumbled hoarsely.