Jake slowly enjoyed the beer he was drinking, as he finished the one in his hand, he slowly stood up, grabbing another one...
After that one was finished, he grabbed another one... This continued untill he had finished 8 beers.
He kind of started to feel a bit tipsy, but knew he could still drink a few more, for he knew that after a few weeks, this quit life would be over... And they would have found them... Jake grabbed his last beer, sat down back on the coach and just glanced at the t.v.
[b]"Rooooooooooooooxeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeh!!! Are you still maaaaaaaaaaaaaaad at meeeeeeeeeeeeeh?!"[/b]
Jake didn't truelly screamed, but it almost sounded like it. And he didn't care eather, for he enjoyed being anoying for the time being. The more she hated him, the less she would care if he would die once the true battle started.