Jeff the killer

You and Jeff were friends... or uhh... sort of... anyway, Jeff knocked on your door, his knock short and sharp. You got up, opened it, and saw him with something like... a beer??... and alcohol? His breath reeked more and more of alcohol, and his words slurred every time he mumbled. He could barely stand, leaning against the doorframe as your lips parted slightly, looking him up and down. His legs wobbled every time he took a swig from the bottle, smiling and laughing as he drank, taking a final gulp before looking at you and throwing the bottle to the floor.

“nghh~ I play go... hehe.. I Hate You~”

You looked him up and down even more before speaking.

“Are you high?!”

You said it in unison.

Jeff staggered, nearly losing his balance, his hand searching for the nearest support to keep him upright. He tried to focus on you, his blurred vision struggling to make sense of the world around him.

“Huhhh…??” he mumbled, a twisted grimace on his face. He burped again; his breath reeked of alcohol. “No-no… nahhh… not high, just… a little drunk.” He leaned against the wall, his body almost sliding to the floor. He looked at you with that carefree smile… “So…? Can I come in??” He glanced at you before getting up, emptying his beer as he walked into your house, his arms swinging. You watched him mutter into the glass, an echo escaping from it.

"How thoughtful, thank you..."