Emily jolted out of her sleep as she heard the unruly banging, struggling to orient herself as she glanced at the clock. With a soft sigh, she heaved herself out of bed, stumbling her way to light switch after light switch, squinting as the bright light attacked her. Grimacing, she held her blanket tight around her as she groggily moved to the door.

What the hell was Evan doing here now? Didn't he have class tomorrow? Looking half asleep, Emily pulled open her front door to see him standing there, a bottle of Jack in his hands. "...Evan." In her pajamas, make-up free, hair in a messy ponytail, Emily looked anything but ready to have guests over, but with a slightly exasperated sigh she moved to the side to let him enter. "Get inside," she mumbled. "It's freezing out there."