Drew wasn't really all that surprised when his door opens, his sharp senses had at least picked out the sound of footsteps approaching amidst the general buzz of being too high to live in that moment. He blinks a couple of times as the stranger walks into his home before whistling in appreciation. "Well shit, man... shoulda mentioned y'were cute. I'd have cleaned up a little." Which is a lie, but at least the apartment didn't look like it was about to be featured on next week's Extreme Hoarders. "C'mere so I can drink you... or at least, drink somethin' in that bag of yours."