Aidan did his best to keep quiet as he made his way into the house, the sound of his key scratching along the keyhole and the sharp sound of the lock jolting open seeming loud enough to wake the dead. More often than not when he had a date, he stayed over, but not tonight. For the first time in what felt like ages, he was sneaking back into his own home in the middle of the night, hoping not to wake the temperamental vampire and extra moody werewolf that slept inside. Easing the door open, he groaned inwardly at the groan it made before shutting it behind him carefully, the lock sounding loudly as he clicked it back into place. Shrugging off his jacket, he noticed the dull light coming from the living room and as he rounded the corner, he realized all his careful movement had been for nothing. Josh was still awake and from the looks of it, so drunk that it really wouldn't matter how loud Aidan was. "Please tell me Rebecca helped you finish those off." Aidan voiced finally as he toed off his shoes, head nodding towards the two tequila bottles on the table, one completely empty and the other fairly close.