The sound of a motor bike pulling into the driveway was heard followed by a bright light peering through the red head lying in the middle of the king sized bed reluctanly rolled checked the time on the digital clock 1:42. ''Who the fuck?'' He said outloud.
Wearily he got off the bed and headed for the kitchen. He opened the fridge instanly regreting the decision when an intensly bright light beamed from the fridge. Covering his eyes with his forearm he blinked and tried to adjust to the sudden reached for the only can of coke then, exhausted he slowly walked over to the kichen table and took up the nearest seat. As he went to open his coke he looked out the window and noticed a black figure walking towards the front door.
He spotted a pack of Winfeild cigarettes and a red lighter. He took one out, lit it up, took a draw and subconsciously smiled as he heard the clanging of keys hitting the ground and a curse in a failed attempt at opening the door. He moved from his chair, red embers falling onto the table. He walked over to the door,opened it and smiled at his unexpected visitor.
