"Whatever makes people happy," Colleen shrugged, glancing up at the lit, open window. "At least he might not be able to get very far while he's inebriated," she considered. Not that she was holding her breath- Just because he was in a good singer's mood didn't mean that he was in a cooperative one, in fact, his intoxication could be as much a disadvantage to them as it could be an advantage. They wouldn't know until they confronted him.
The pair took entered the building entrance and used the stairs up to the floor Danny had given them. The hall was empty, dark green doors with brass number plates lined up in the walls. At the end was a small brightly lit elevator lobby, a sign that read 'UNDER MAINTENANCE' on the shiny automatic surface. Swift's apartment was the last one on the left. Colleen exchanged a look with Misty, then leaned her back against the door frame and gave the door a quick knock with her knuckles. Then something occurred to her.
"I bet he's a nu--"
Just then, the musical voice grew louder, and the door flung open by Johnathan Swift, a muscular blonde man, in mid-vibrato, and in nothing but a towel hanging off his hips. A musical nude drunk. Colleen stood beside her friend as the man eyed the women with a goofy smirk on his face, like the take-out he was expecting didn't matter anymore because he just hit the jackpot. "Hello ladies."