Micah
	He chuckled, taking another drink.
"I get to drink this because I worked my ass off at the shop, and because I haven't already made my way through a bottle of Vodka." He said with a laugh, tussling her hair and sitting down.

"And if making sure my flatmate doesn't drink herself into a coma makes me a goody-two-shoes, then you might as well label me a saint."
	He continued, flipping through the channels and wiping the bit of engine grease that was on his hand onto his already grease stained jeans.