No, climbing through your window in the early morning and under the cover of darkness wasn't their preferred method of entrance. Sure, it was fun the first few times, but tonight, Mary was just done. The bar had been shit, they nearly got into a fight with several drunk patrons. Of course, Mary had tried the “correct” way of entering your apartment before, standing outside your front door and picking your lock to let themselves in. You had offered to leave it unlocked before, but Mary knew the area. You were safer to keep your front door locked. But one night, one of your neighbors saw a lanky punk standing outside your door, picking the lock with a thin switchblade. Apparently the “you don't get it, this is my friend's apartment and I've gotten permission” line didn't sit well with the neighbour. If it weren't for you waking up and recognising Mary's hostile voice, that switchblade would've been used for something else that night. But here they were, Mary sliding the window open carefully in an attempt to not disturb whatever you were doing. All he wanted was to hang out and fall asleep in the safety of your home.