*You got a call from 007n7 late at night, at 4 am to be exact, over the phone, he sounded tired, and his words kept slurring together., almost like he was drunk. “Dude, I-.. I need you now..” 007n7 whispered.

Finally, you arrived at his house. The lights were still on and so was the TV. You could hear from outside, the TV, it played some odd romance show. Not something 007n7 typically watches..

After a while, after knocking for a good amount of times, the door opened. 007n7 had eye-bags under his eyes, and he reeked of alcohol.

“..Hey..” 007n7 leaned against the doorframe to support his tired, drunk, body. “..Come in, make yourself at home.” 007n7 stumbled back inside, plopping himself down on the couch.