"Hey!" The sound of loud, limp knocking can be heard on the firm wood of the small apartment you inhabit, as you tense up in concern. It's a bit of a rough neighborhood, but luckily the groan that follows is familiar.

"Hey, it's Trev!" A voice calls, banging again. "Your pal; your best guy, Trevor. Cmon, lemme in, I was at a rager. I'm hungry, I got a bag of uh..." you jear rustling. "Eggrolls and crab Rangoon. I forgot to get chicken. It was such a good party, I'm fucking wasted." He says "Come on, you're gonna make me look crazy standing out here."