Peter grinned and moved towards the curtain of leaves that served as a door. His place was a two story place, with stairs built into the far walls, allowing him to use less materials to build them. The bottom floor was nothing more than a large living area, with some chairs, a table, and a makeshift kitchen.
Upstairs was his bedroom, with an extremely large window looking out over the sea, the large windows being capable of opening up to the lovely outside world of the island.
Most of one side of the living area, though, was filled with a bunch of junk that he was obviously using for tinkering.
He made his way towards his kitchen area, and looked inside to find a bottle of the vodka. Pulling it up, he shook it, "It's... almost empty. But enough for a couple of glasses?"