"Spooderman!" A drunk Vincent yells stumbling into Mikes living room.
“What the fuck is thi-”
Mike caught the scent of some kind of heavy alcohol.
“...Are you fucking wasted? You disgust me. Ghosts shouldn’t be allowed to get drunk by, like, some kind of providence. It’s fucking weird. LEAVE.”
Mike shouted as Vincent almost knocked over his t.v. by all his stumbling.












