Jon was about two seconds away from falling asleep when the knock at the door came. The bottle slipped from his fingers, hitting the floor.
"Shit." Jon sat up quickly, displacing Dylan. The kitten gave Jon a dirty look before curling back up at the end of the bed. Righting the bottle, Jon shuffled over to the door.
Swinging it open, he was surprised to see William standing there, "Hey, Bills-" a bone-cracking yawn, followed with, "What's up?"