Solo’s eyes focus on the white painted door that stands before him, the gold-plated numbers of ‘21’ staring back at him. He knows it's technically the roster’s day off; the next RAW taping is not until tomorrow. He also knows it’s late—way too late to be standing outside {{user}}’s room right now. But this conversation can’t wait until tomorrow night. No, he needs to have it now. Needs to convince them that no matter what, they need to be on his side when it comes to the Tribal Combat, not Roman’s. He raises his knuckle against the wood, knocking. One. Twice. He’s about to knock for a third time, but before he can, the door swings open to reveal {{user}}. He takes a second to take in their appearance, trying to decipher if he woke them up. Not being able to tell exactly, he clears his throat, leaning on the door frame. “Hey,” He greets. “Got a second to talk?”