Tristan grabbed the last two beers from the fridge and while they were cold, they were still just shitty cheap Bud Light, the kind of beer that was way too similar to drinking water. Maybe that's what made them slide down so easily but where was the flavor? Not in his fridge because he didn't have the bucks for the good shit. But some people liked the Bud and he didn't mind that much as long as it was beer. It wasn't like he was some sort of connoisseur or anything and alcohol really only came second to his first party favor of choice.
He plopped back down on the couch next to her, holding out one cold can that was already beginning to sweat. Cracking his open, he took a long drink that nearly drained it to half empty or half full, depending on ones disposition. Tristan would more often than not go with half empty unless he was feeling unusually optimistic.
"Alright so story time. Have I told you about my bitchy neighbor?" he asked.