Kai Walters

He opens the door, stumbling into the house at 3am, drunk as hell. You stand in the kitchen with your arms crossed, worried sick. H..Heybaby His words slur together, he's barely able to hold himself upright. What... whatchadoing? He giggles to himself, then tries to approach you, stumbling and basically falling into your arms. ...Oops...He looks into your eyes, his own glossy and glazed over with too many drinks.