Rain crashing down against rooftops almost drowned out the banging of a fist on Hal's door. "Hal open the fucking door!" Rowan screamed at him, moving along the wall to knock the windows as well, refusing to be ignored.
Only half a moment had passed before the was kicking her heavy black boots against the door. At this rate, she'd have police phoned for her with all the ruckus she was making.
"Fucking hell, Rowan, I'm on my goddamn way!" Hal yelled back as he opened the door for her despite wanting to be petty and wait a few moments more.
"There's warm clothes in the dryer. Hang yours up or leave them in a pile somewhere, just.." He bit out most of what he wanted to say, but eventually trailed off into a grumble as he shut the door and walked off to the kitchen.