The knocks tended to blend in with the drums in the background of the song.  It took Darius a few moments to realize someone was knocking on his door.  Turning the stereo down, he pulled his gun from the ankle holster, holding it behind his back as he went to answer the door.  He didn't look through the peep hole since that was what anyone with a gun would expect him to do.  Instead, he stood to the side of the door and let it open a crack.  A pair of not-so-friendly looking green eyes glared back at him, framed by an attractive face, lush lips set in a frown, and flowing dark brown hair.  Great!  He had already pissed off one of his neighbors.<br/><br/>"I'm sorry.  Was I a little too loud?  I don't hear too well, so I don't know when my music is too loud.  By the way, my name's Darius Green.  And you are...……?"<br/><br/>He held out his left hand while trying to slide the gun into the back of his jeans and under his shirt with his right hand.