John wasn't in the best of moods lately; things weren't going the way he planned at the moment. He was currently leaned back on his couch with his eighth glass of scotch for the day in his hand. When he heard the knock on the door he just sighed and shook his head. "Who are you? What do you want?" he asked, clearly aggravated.
He knew he was supposed to be having another talking with Elena, but he had no idea she would come and find him. So, he wasn't actually dressed for the occasion. He was wearing a pair of plaid pajama pants and nothing else.