Board Thread:Private Roleplays/@comment-5385060-20170616015553/@comment-4059927-20170623212004

They arrived at Gregory's apartment. He pressed his ear to the door to listen for any signs that his father was present. There was no grumbling, cursing, or sounds of puking to be heard. Gregory inserted his silver key into the worn, wooden door and turned it slowly. He peaked his head in to find the apartment empty. "Dad's still at work, we're good."

Inside the apartment there were crushed beer cans littering the floor, a broken beer bottle with signs of blood that possibly came from his father tripping his foot on it, and paper plates were all over the furniture. "Sorry about the mess." Gregory rubbed the back of his head in embarrassment.