Scenario I: Juiced Up
Simon Blackquil was hard at work on a poem he wanted to write about. He was sitting on his desk, staring hard-eyed at the unwritten paper, struggling to conjure the perfect words.
"NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO!"
He scoffed. His new roommate Athena Cykes was screaming about something. It's not uncommon for her to make a lot of rambunctious noise. He couldn't let that break his concentration. He had to focus. Deep breath...
"This is terrible! Why must this happen to me?!"
There she goes again! Why must she always make so much noise? Poetry had just become his newfound habit and it was being spoiled because of his new roommate becoming a nuisance. Wanting to end her noise, Simon stood up from his chair and opened the door to his room to look out.
But what do you know? How convenient for him. She was already there.
"S-Simon!" she cried profusely from out of her eyes.
"What...do...you...want? I am trying to write." Simon steamed.
"It's horrible! ...We don't have any more orange juice! I can't go a day without drinking that sweet nectar!" Athena screamed dramatically once more after that.
A vein popped in Simon's head. "I just bought you some from the store two days ago! Two crates, in fact! Don't tell me you ran through them all, already!"
Athena giggled nervously as she ran her right index finger down her right cheek. "S-Sorry... It's been hot so I was thirsty a lot and..."
"And that's why I've been hearing the toilet flushing a lot, wasn't it?"
Her face flushed a deep red. "S-Simon!"
"Now you want me to get you more, right?"
Athena shyly nodded.
"Go to the store then, I'm not stopping you," Simon turned around after saying that.
Athena gave her best puppy eyes at him. "I was...hoping you'd go to the store again for me, please?"
"No," He boomed without turning back. "You want it? You get it. Especially since you're such a glutton."
Athena went down on her knees and bowed before him. "But I have no money! Could I please at least have some money for it?"
Simon sighed at her again. Without turning around to face her, he took out a few dollar bills and then dropped it at Athena's lowered body. She picked up the money and stood up from the floor.
"Thanks, Simon! You're the best!" She promptly went out the door to get her orange juice.
One hour later...
A few knocks sound on Simon's door. It startled him awake; he was napping on his desk, still having written nothing on the paper about what he wanted to write.
He went the door, opened it, only to find...
"Hey, Simon..." Athena said somberly with a waterfall of tears down her face.
"Huh!? Why are you crying?" Simon asked, worried for her.
"It's my orange juice that I bought. It's...it's..."
She held up three empty bottles that used to contain the heavenly nectar.
"Did...somebody steal it and drink it all?"
She shook her head. "N-No... I got thirsty on my way over here since it's so hot, so I decided to take a drink and before I know it, I drank all my orange juice again. ...Could I have some more money so I can buy more?"
Irritated with how she has little to no impulse control when it comes to orange juice, Simon gave her a suitable response.
He slammed the door on her.
"...I'll take that as a no."