Evan dropped his hand to his side when the door opened. He stood there dumbly for a moment, his eyes traveling over his scantily clad girlfriend. What was she wearing? Briefly, he was almost turned on. Almost. But then he remembered that she'd been out like that, and his libido instantly turned to rage. "What the fuck are you wearing?"
He glanced around her and into her apartment. No sign of Andy, but he didn't like the way her hair was messily falling around her shoulders. They could have just been making out in a place out of view. He needed to be sure. "Where's your designated driver?"