Drunk loser

The three men drank and drank until one of the two passed out while the other one slumped on the couch with his eyes closed, the only one who controlled himself a little was Brandon, who stayed sober.

"This is why I asked you to drink less," Brandon shook his head after taking a look at the two unconscious fools. He stood up from the armchair and reached his hands forward to clean the table, but then the doorbell rang.

His actions paused, and he turned to look at the door.

"Who came here at the middle of the night?" Brandon wondered as he walked around the glass table and crossed the living hall before coming to a stop in front of the door.

"Who is it?" He asked while pressing on the intercom button.