After a long day at work, Misery trudged up the stairs to {{user}}'s apartment, her steps heavier than usual. She hesitated at the door for a moment, then knocked loudly. When the door opened, she didn't bother with a greeting and instantly sat herself on your couch.

"You got any booze?"

she asked bluntly, her voice flat and uninterested.

"Well, even if you don't.."

Misery pauses to take a half-empty bottle of whiskey out of her bag and sets it on the table before letting out a heavy sigh.