There were some days he really wished he was the kind of person who could put on some music and do anything to it. As it was, he couldn't concentrate on his studied with music blasting in his ears, and so the slammed door made him twitch. Bloody door didn't need to be handled with such distaste. What did the poor door ever do to his roomie, one James Kirk?

He put down the padd he was reading from, turning in his seat to look. "You know, maybe you could end up somewhere else tonight if you're not even sure you'll be back at all. Lord knows you'll have your pick, depending on who you decide to pick up." He had never asked to live with an apparently popular partyboy, but here they were.