It's 6 a.m.
By all rights and everything Mark knows about his roommate, he should be safe if he hears the sound machine. He eases the key into the lock and turns the handle with painstaking care. It feels like it takes hours to open the door. He holds his breath as he slips through; shuts it just as carefully as he opened it.

Then he freezes. Listens for the telltale sign.
This morning the machine plays whale sounds. That should mean Cole is out cold. Mark sighs. Maybe he's off the hook. At least for today.

"Well well well… late night or early morning?"

Mark nearly jumps out of his skin. He feels around the wall for the light switch and blinds himself when he flips it on. He squints and blinks a dozen times before Cole comes into focus.
Sitting on the couch.
In a Dinosaur onesie.
Wearing sunglasses.

"What the hell?!" Mark exclaims.

Cole looks at him over the top of his shades and pats the sofa next to him. Mark doesn't move.

"What are you doing up this early?" He asks.

"No Markus,"Cole counters, "The real question is… why are YOU coming home this early?"

Mark panics. He's a bad liar. And before he can help himself he blurts a out a whopper.

"I went for a jog."

Cole's mouth curls into an evil grin. Impending Doom is near.

"In last night's clothes?" He muses.

He stands up and approaches Mark. In his ridiculous getup, shades, still wreaking of tequila he shouldn't appear intimidating.
But Mark knows what this T-Rex is capable of.

"Did you pay Dani a little visit after Bro's night ? Do a little sneaking out?" Cole asks.

"What?! No… n- Yes, I did."

Mark gives in; its better that way.
Cole gives him a sideways glance.

"Oooh…. what did you do?"

"Nothing," Mark mumbles.

"Tsk tsk tsk… now I don't believe that's true, " Cole replies with a hiccup, "did you read? Sleep?"

Mark groans. He knows it's coming. Cole's favorite drunken phrase.

"No man, we didn't," he mutters.

"Did you-"

"Cole, I'm warning you-"

"Play-"

"Cole, don't do it, man-"

"HIDE THE SALAMI?!"

With an evil laugh Cole takes off for his room…

Only to trip on the foot of the coffee table. He flies forward Superman style, lands in belly flop form, and is out cold. A grown man in Dino pjs, passed out on the floor.
Snoring, too.

Mark walks over to where he lays, now drooling into the carpet. He cocks his head to the side; thinks about what he should do. Then he grabs a blanket off the couch, throws it over his roommate and claps him on the back.

"Who needs singing whales when you have Tequila and Salami. Sweet dreams, Jurassic Park".