Prisoner on the second floor

I was planning to do a little late night snacking and headed downstairs to rummage through the leftovers.

I turned the corner into the dark kitchen and there was my housemate Jake and his fiancé hanging all over each other.

I grabbed a beer out of the fridge and went back upstairs.

Now upstairs with just a beer and nothing to eat, I realized I forgot a bottle opener. Decided to just go to bed. Not good to eat after 9 I'm told. Anyway, probably no room on the counter to make sandwich.