[Look here for plot: http://www.iwakuroleplay.com/threads/living.22033/#post-731272 ] Emory quietly unlocked the front door, tip toeing into the place he shared with his friends. H He had a bit of a hangover, having used his fake I.D. to get into a club. The brown hair growing out of his head was a mess and his clothes were wrinkled. The money he had left from the previous night had been spent on a cab that morning and he needed coffee so he instantly headed to the kitchen to make some. He pulled his sleeves up over his scars again after having to reach up into a cabinet to get out the coffee grounds. Once the pot was on and the coffee was being made he sank to the ground, bringing his knees to his chest and resting his head on them as he waited for his warm drink. He wondered if any of his roommates were awake yet. He had made more than one cup just in case, plus even if they weren't up he would probably just end up drinking all of it. If they were up, he might make some hot chocolate for himself later because that was delicious.