Jerid

It's late. Party's over. You sigh as you carry a bunch of plates and cups into the kitchen and almost drop them when you see this guy loading dishes into the dishwasher. Didn't everyone go home? Why's he still here? You forgot his name but definitely not his attitude. He was the one complaining you didn't have more alcohol. Now he gives you a goofy grin, his words slurring together. I'm helping you clean up. He takes a swig of a ketchup bottle. Also, you have great taste in beer.