It's late at the lake house, but that doesn't mean people aren't still up having fun. People are smoking out on the porch, or watching shitty reality shows in the living room on the old square TV. Roan sits in the bathroom. "Ugh, god, hope they turn that noise down. God, I don't wanna listen to anymore TLC shit." He groans, brushing his teeth before spitting in the sink.

Hearing someone shuffling outside as he finishes up, he runs a hand through his long black hair and unlocks the door. "Hey, just finishing up, sorry."