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Shockingly, he was a lot better when he was drunk. He was calmer. Less likely to lash out. Really, when he had some alcohol in him, he was just a big sweetheart. The only downside was that he got worse when he was hungover. A lot worse. Worse than when he was sober, worse than ever.
But for now, he was drunk. As drunk as he'd ever been. Kaiser was walking through the beach town, looking for his house. He couldn't exactly remember which one he lived in. Finally, he settled on one, walking up to it and opening the door (fortunately, it actually was the right house). "Greenday?" he called, looking inside. He waited for a minute then made his way over to the side of the porch, staring at the flowers his boyfriend had grown there. He moved forwards, trying to get a closer look, but he suddenly fell forwards. He groaned, trying to get up, failing miserably. "Greenday?" he called again, hoping he would come and help. This was not fun.