"Gulp!" Hector sighed, placing the empty wine glass down as he slumped onto the counter. "Urgh! My life isn't real." His groans echoing through the mansion, his reflection on the glass showing his spent face. His mouth reeked of alcohol, his breathing slow and shallow.
"Hector where have you- Ah!" Charlotte paused, appalled by the wave of nauseating methanol. "Is this what you've been doing? Seriously you look terrible." What met her was a groan, low and gravel. "That's it, get of your ass or I'll tell mom that you're drinking way too much. I knew dad installing a personal bar was a bad idea."
Hector failed to move, his eyes blankly staring at the glass wine. His hand finally rose, lazily stretching out for the half empty bottle. "No! You're not going to be drinking from now on. Now get off your ass!" She paused him off the high stool, hoping to get a reaction out of him but he barely flinched.
*Thud*
