Most would be scared shitless by the door randomly bursting open, but both guys inside were used to this sort of entrance by now. Not to mention they often do it themselves. Ryosuke didn't even look up from where he was laying on the floor, and Touma just opened one of his eyes to look at the two girls that had come inside the sweltering apartment. "It's whatever." Touma replied, lazily waving a hand in the air to dismiss Bri's apology, watching but not really paying attention as both females took off their shoes at the entrance. When they'd first started living and hanging out at this apartment, it had taken forever for Ryosuke and Touma to get the girls to remember to remove their shoes, but by now it had sunk in pretty well. His one open eye followed Bri's movements, observing her cross the room and sit down on the floor, laying her head against the couch he was laying on.<br/><br/>Only after Yadri laid next to him and spoke, did Ryosuke actually open his eyes again, glaring his usual dull and slightly bored glare lightly at the Venezuelan. When he was kicked in the side he rolls over like an old dog tired of playing tricks, stretching his arms above his head, his tank top rising a bit to show his stomach, which was flat and smooth, with gentle muscle structure and a slight tanning of the skin. "I don't wanna get girls. Girls are bitches. And I don't need a bitch in my life. Sorry Yadri, guess you're out of luck." However, he sits up, running his fingers through his hair, before rubbing his hand against the side of his face. He didn't even bother getting up to go after Yadri, who'd taken the liberty of going to their rooms. She always did this. Not that he minded, she knew what they liked to wear.<br/><br/>Groaning slightly, Ryosuke slowly gets to his feet, putting a hand to his back and pushing, his spine popping satisfactorily. "I'll take bathroom first dude." Making a peace sign, he leaves the room, going to the medium sized bathroom and shuts the door behind him. To fully get washed up he knew he'd have to take a shower, and he does just that, sighing under the feeling of the water running along his sweaty skin.<br/><br/>Back in the living room, Touma opens both eyes now, sitting up. "Hey, ya wanna drink, yeah?" Without waiting for an answer, he swings his feet off the couch, careful to not kick Bri in the head, but not completely, his leg brushing across the top, ruffling her hair slightly. He loved teasing her, not sure as to why a girl like her hung out with people like himself, Ryo and Yadri. But it was her choice, so whatever. Walking to the kitchen, he goes over to the refrigerator after grabbing a glass and putting some ice in it. A frown forms on his lips when he sees that all they had to drink was beer, many different types of alcohol, a half gallon of milk and some weird concoction of Ryosuke's. So, instead, he gets some water, and after scrounging around finds a lemonade single serve packet and puts it in the water, stirs then returns to where Bri was, a second glass in his other hand with a little mixture of his own, containing vodka, gin, and a bit of cherry flavor. "Here."<br/><br/>After handing her the glass, he pulls a lighter out of his pocket and finally lights the cigarette in his mouth, taking a long drag of it and slowly exhaling, the cloud large and puffy in appearance. Plopping back down on the couch, he reaches with his free hand and picks up his own drink, taking a swig of it, sighing.