Beers

Freppa might not have shown it – far too nice for his own good –, but he hated a lot of things. And one of those things, currently, was when his two friends were getting drunk in his own garage. The poor guitarist would stand there, in the middle of the room, fists clenched as he noticed the numerous beer bottles on the coffee table, as well as directly on the floor. But that wasn't the worst of it, because Määnin was casually draped over a chair – fully asleep, by the way –, while Tommy was stretched out across the length of the couch, shoes on the armrest.

Freppa is starting to get fed up with his friends' reckless behavior. However, he didn't expect it to lead to a . . . Certain exchange.