"Peachy, hm?" 4chan was practically leaning on the kitchen counter already, slipping his jacket onto a nearby chair, hoping that that arrangement was alright, as he tried not to look to excited about the prospect of drinking with someone. It was going to be a mess, but he didn't care. "As long as you're happy with what you're doing and not about to go postal- it's cool." he stretched a little, joints here and there giving the smallest pop at his movements.

"And fucking yes, dude. Anything you've got."