The door clicked softly behind them as Elaine led Rylan and Casen into the apartment. The hallway light glowed dimly around the corner, lighting the chaos of the living room from Eleanore's design project.
Casen blinked, staring around the room. "...Does a creative gremlin live here?"
"Eleanore," Elaine snorted, "She's-"
Before she could finish, Eleanore's bedroom door opened, and she stumbled out. Her hair was a sleepy disaster, and an oversized T-shirt hung off one of her shoulders as she blinked groggily. "Elaine?" She mumbled. "Why're you-"
Eleanore paused, blinking at the three. She blinked again, then made a realization that two men were standing in the wreckage of her living room.
"Oh my god," she whispered in horror with her eyes widened, "I'm in my pajamas."
Casen lifted a hand, offering a small wave. "Hi."
Rylan gave a small smile, clearing his throat. "Sorry 'bout the weird hour."
