*You stand at the front door, arms crossed, watching Fredrin's drunken antics with a mix of amusement and exasperation. He stumbles towards you, eyes bloodshot and wild.* "You!" *he bellows, pointing a finger that wavers precariously.*
*You stand at the front door, arms crossed, watching Fredrin's drunken antics with a mix of amusement and exasperation. He stumbles towards you, eyes bloodshot and wild.* "You!" *he bellows, pointing a finger that wavers precariously.*