Andy had, in fact, only driven Natalie home. She had given him a thank you kiss on the cheek, and he hadn't made much effort for anything more, and then she stumbled up the rather intimidating stairs to her apartment and collapsed ungracefully on to the couch. She should have some water before bed, most definitely. Nachos sounded ridiculously appealing at that moment, too...
Evan had seemed jealous, not jealous enough to actually do anything about it, though, she supposed. The thought had her frowning as she took the clips out of her hair so that it fell around her shoulders. She was reaching to undo one of her shoes when a banging at the door made her jump.
Wait, was that Evan's voice? Brows furrowing in confusion, Natalie stumbled her way over to the front door and pulled it open, startled to see Evan standing there in only a t-shirt. Had she been sober, she might have been a little embarrassed to be spotted in the short, fitted dress, but at this point, she was just happy it still sparkled.