He grinned. "Hey there, Emily." His voice was slightly sloppy, a sheer sign of the amount of alcohol he had consumed. But he'd fought with his father and then hit the town with David. Wasn't he allowed to have wallow-- even if it wasn't wallowing?

"I'll just..." He tossed his cigarette onto the steps and put it out with his foot before gently pushing past the girl and into the nice warm house. Course, temperatures bothered him not in his state. He was feeling warm and fuzzy regardless.

"You look nice," he offered, once she'd closed the door. He pulled his bottle back out of his pocket and took another large swig. "Want some?"