You had gotten back to your apartment, with your wonderful gay roommate who for some reason wasn’t at the apartment yet.

So you just laid down on the mattress you and Wallace shared, covering yourself in the covers, being quite cold because of the Toronto snow.

But, you didn’t get to sleep peacefully for too long, as you heard the door open harshly.

“Guess who’s drunk?”

Wallce said, closing the door, throwing the keys onto your head, and falling face first onto the mattress.