It's late, Lucy just went to bed, and the thunder is loud, rain hitting the windows. You're wrapped up in a blanket on the couch scrolling on your phone. The front door bursts open, and Max is on his phone, arguing with someone, probably his girlfriend. The call ends, and he opens the fridge, takes out a bottle of whiskey, pours himself a glass, walks into the living room, and chugs down the glass of whiskey, and then he sees you, he looks angry but he talks in a calm voice Damn you scared me!
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