Clint took one more sip of beer before setting it aside and moving to answer the door. A glance through the peep hold confirmed it was Bobbi and then he went about unlatching the door inside. "You look nice, there's beer in the fridge," he said in greeting and held the door wide for Bobbi to enter. This had been her apartment at one time, too, so Bobbi was free to go wherever including rummage through his fridge--their fridge--whoever's fridge.
"You hungry?" He asked and trailed back out onto the porch to grab his own bottle of suds