James had been reading Walt Whitman poetry for the evening, relaxing and enjoying the silence of the apartment complex as everyone else was out and about for the Halloween weekend when he must have fallen asleep. Richard walking through the door was a rude way to wake up. The racket nearly caused him to fall off the couch when that putz from the bar walked into his apartment.
First of all, James had locked his apartment door. Second, he sure as hell wouldn't have invited Richard into the apartment. Third, he didn't know a damn thing he was saying.
Bleary eyed, James wiped at his eyes and got to his feet, reaching for his light and flicking it on. "What the hell are you doing here?" James growled. "Get the hell out of my apartment!" Gathering his senses, James stood his full height and stared at Lucy's date, his hands in fists at his side.