. . .
After being kicked out of his position, Dylan forwent going home and headed straight to Ponticelli Penthouse instead. He knocked on Jin's door and waited for a few minutes before deciding to input the code himself. At first try, he guessed the pin. It was Zeirenne's birthdate. He smiled and shook his head before stepping inside.
The interior was clean and neatly organized. So neat, you'd know at first glance that the person living inside suffers from slight Germaphobia and obsessive-compulsive disorder. Everything was in great order—until he reached the bedroom. Lying on the floor was Jin himself, surrounded by disfigured cans of semi-alcoholic juice drinks. He sighed.
"Why drink when you can't hold it in?" He started walking towards Jin to wake the drunkard.
"Hey..."
