The world was going to shit and he was convinced of it.
Not that he was a raving religious lunatic; he didn't take that approach to it, so much as thinking over ways in which the world would end. Logically it would be zombies, he figured-- climate change alone would be too predictable. So he spent an inordinate amount of time sitting at his computer, thinking up legitimate plans as to how to last through such an event.
It would take teamwork, he knew, a legitimate effort to stick together with those he already knew and was close to. So there was no point in continuing these plans without his friends. He stepped out into the living room, though only Scott was there currently, scavenging their refrigerator for any food (as per usual, he was blazed beyond belief).
So Booker put on his best booming voice and yelled: "Apartment meeting, right now! Kitchen!" He set his laptop down on the bar and pulled up one of the stools, ignoring Scott's incredulous and slightly annoyed looks.