[center][color=f26522][b][h2]Garrett Fisher[/h2][/b][/color][/center]

He sipped at his coffee, noticing that it was a little too black for his liking. Garrett reached over and ripped open a small packet of sugar with some difficulty, pouring it into the warm liquid before him. At least the lady liked the hot chocolate he had prepared; for some reason, many people asked [i]him[/i] to make it, and not others. Apparently, he was a god at making hot chocolate, even though he didn't really think so. Hey, it was something to brag about, though. Maybe he could start selling hot chocolate when he had nothing to do after binging on League. 

[color=f26522][b]"Hm?"[/b][/color] Garrett raised an eyebrow at the question, his eyes flashing apprehensively. He knew that he was a bit grouchy, but what was that about a dark cloud? [color=f26522][b]"What's it to you? Can't people have bad days?"[/b][/color]

Shaking his head, he began to tap his foot against the ground in annoyance. All he wanted to do was get rid of his damn hangover, and someone was already questioning his mood. It wasn't his fault that he had constantly been getting drunk-- especially after what happened last night. [color=f26522][b]"Listen, I'm not in the mood to be jabbed at like that. It's none of your damn business."[/b][/color]

[@TheWinchester4]