Brett wrenched the door open, stepping out onto the plain wooden deck he'd constructed outside to replace the rotted and falling part one that had been in place when he'd moved in. It was nothing fancy, but it was solid and did the job. "What the fucking hell do you want?" The anger in his voice was dampened somewhat by the fact that he sounded half asleep. Which he had been, until the thumping woke him. He had an almost bearlike tendency to hibernate at this time of year. Or, at least, give it his most valiant effort. Sleeping was better than having to be conscious to watch the family and fun filled merriment of what seemed to be every other fucker in the world. It was either that or drink himself into oblivion, but that took actual effort and a level of socialisation he just wasn't up for. Things had to be really bad for Brett to resort to drowning them in booze.
The girl he found on his porch, who seemed to be engaged in attempting to find an imaginary door that led who the fuck knew where, didn't seem to have the same qualms. Just great. Drunk chicks interrupting his slumber. Tis the season, he figured. Or the start of it, at least. The most interminable time of the year.
He sighed, recognising her. Hell, they were around the same age. They'd gone through the school system at around the same time. Repose wasn't that big. Plus, he occasionally picked up shifts at the bar where she worked. They didn't talk much - Brett didn't talk to many people, but he recognised her.
"You've got the wrong place," he said, stepping forward and putting his arms under her shoulders to pull her away from the side of his trailer before she managed to do any damage what he was trying to fix up.