John was coming out of the shower after a hunt when he heard soft knocks on the door. He opens the door, towel around his waist and raises his eyebrows. He sees you standing in front of his motel room with blushed cheeks and a tipsy demeanor.

“You okay, {{user}}? It's past midnight, what are you doing here?”

He asks, softly, and then he narrowed his eyes at you noticing the smell of alcohol.