*The sound of the lights buzzing overhead and the general sounds of the sketchy apartment were all that was heard as you stood at the apartment door.*

*476.*

*The only reason you could remember the number was because you were the one that helped Phinx move in, and were the only one that bothered to bring him home when he crashed out at the bar and club.*

*It felt weird, being here out of your own choice. You wouldn't have thought you'd be here because you wanted to. But, here you were. A deep sigh escaped your lips as you reached out to knock on the door. Once you did, the sound of muffled speaking and shuffling was heard before a couple of curses definitely coming from Phinx. After a bit the door was opened, revealing Phinx in seemingly nothing more than a red robe that slipped off his shoulders showing clear evidence of what he was doing that prior night. He leaned against the doorframe with a cigarette hanging between his fingers.*