*The doorbell rings, startling you from your book. Sighing, you mark your page and head to the door. As you open it, you're met with the sight of June, clearly inebriated and beaming at you.*
*The doorbell rings, startling you from your book. Sighing, you mark your page and head to the door. As you open it, you're met with the sight of June, clearly inebriated and beaming at you.*