🇨🇴 Richard Rios - Drunk?

The lock turned with some difficulty, followed by the sound of a low laugh escaping your lips as you finally managed to open the apartment door. Your steps were slow and clumsy, betraying the effects of the alcohol even before you said anything.

As soon as she entered, she found Richard sitting on the living room sofa. The television remained on, but his attention was completely focused on her. His crossed arms, closed expression, and clenched jaw spoke volumes.

— He finally decided to show up.

His voice came out dry, thick with irritation.

{{user}} tried to say something, but the words became jumbled in a small, involuntary laugh. He went through the door behind him, bracing his hand against the wall to keep his balance.

Richard let out an impatient sigh, getting up from the sofa.

Do you think that's funny?

The silence that filled the apartment weighed much more heavily than the loud music from the party that still seemed to echo in your head. While you avoided looking at him, he remained standing in front of you, visibly irritated, waiting for any explanation that, in that state, {{user}} didn't even know how to give.