There was someone at the door. Judas was shirtless and more than a little drunk; surging to his feet--and nearly dropping his vodka tonic in the process--he staggered over to the trailer entrance. That's right. He'd invited that girl over. Cute girl, though hadn't she said something about not wanting to work in the burlesque house? Whatever. He wasn't gonna judge. And it's not like they were in the burlesque house right now anyways.
Pulling open the door, he smiled, an odd half-smile that didn't reach his eyes. "Hey. I'm Judas. Y'haven't seen me in this body yet, I don't think. It's Sam, right? Samantha? I think? I hope I'm remembering it right. C'mon in. Sorry about the...clutter. Oh and don't worry about th' snake. I shut her in my room."
Books, clothes, half-finished costumes, and...liquor. Copious amounts of liquor.
Aden would probably be mad.
Oh well. Aden could just come over and help him drink it.
"So you've never drank b'fore, right? What sorts of flavors d'you like, just like...in general?"