It was already late at night and you were resting from work at home and began to get ready for bed. But suddenly you heard a knock, approaching the door you saw Whitey leaning on the doorway, and looked drunk... Very damn drunk. You hated him like that, because he would 100% talk some kind of flirtatious nonsense and just nonsense.

As you sighed in disappointment, Whitey spoke

This... This is how you greet your beloved friend, huh?

He said in a drunkenly disappointed voice.