Alicia was well and truly buzzed. An afternoon of flying led to a night at the pub, an all too short night as Robbie insisted on keeping his job but that was besides the point. She hadn't even been able to convince him to sneak a peak. Not that she was bitter. Much. She had already stripped out of her trousers, content as always to be half naked in her flat. She was dancing around her kitchen fixing a bacon sandwich when she heard the noise. She nearly grabbed the frying pan as a weapon before it set in who it must be. Only one person was annoying enough to call her 'Li'.
"For fucks' sake, HOLD ON!" She pulled the pan off the stove, running to the door before he hurt himself. She knew what drunk sounded like and he was drunk. She opened the door with a raised eyebrow. "Get inside tosser, I'm going to go grab some shorts." She left him to come inside on his own. It was an extremely small flat where the kitchen and living room were one and the same. It wasn't like he was going to get lost. She darted to her room and pulled on a pair of shorts, a bit miffed she wasn't invited to the actual drinking part of his evening.
She made her way back into the living room, looking him over as she leaned against the doorway. "You look like you're about to puke, otherwise I'd hit you for calling me that. Now, do you need a bin to vom or another shot to help you along?"