"Get the door, Dana," Alice muttered, trying to drown out the incessant knocking and having very little success. "Dana!" she muttered a little more forcefully, practically knocking Dana off the couch when she shook her shoulder.

"Wuzzat?" Dana mumbled, still asleep but coming back to consciousness a little bit painfully. She realized she was leaning off the couch at a very precarious angle, her arm around Alice’s waist being the only real thing that was keeping her from plummeting facefirst into the carpet. "You get it, Al. I’m sleepy."

"If I get it, you’ll have to get up anyway, so you might as well just answer it yourself. Besides, it’s your house." Alice responded with logic that even Dana couldn’t argue. She then rolled over so she was facing the back of the couch, pulling the blanket over her head in silent protest to the still incessant knocking.

"Fine," Dana finally said, standing up groggily before gravity made her fall to the floor anyway. "But you owe me." She stretched and made her way to the door, not altogether gracefully. "Have people never heard of this wonderful little invention called a cell phone?" she asked no one in particular before swinging the door open to reveal a very rumpled-looking Shane and a Helena who looked like she’d just come from a session with her personal trainer.

"About fucking time, Dane. We’ve only been out here for about half an hour," Shane greeted her, pulling her into a bone-crushing hug. "Nice jammies," she added, taking in the old Adidas shirt Dana was wearing along with her customary pink pajama pants.

"Fuck you, Shane. They’re comfy," Dana muttered, turning so she could give Helena a hug.

"They look it, darling," Helena smiled. "And we have to give her some credit, Shane. She could just as easily have answered the door naked."

"I wouldn’t put it past her. You saw the way she and Alice bolted for the Mercedes the second the plane touched down," Shane said with a grin, moving past a scowling Dana to walk into the condo. "Where is Sleeping Beauty anyway?"

Dana waved in the general direction of the couch, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes as she followed Helena and Shane into the living room. Alice was still completely covered in the blanket, and it looked like she was scrunched into as small a space as possible to avoid any interaction. "Alice, you fucking bum…wake up. Something’s wrong with the world when I’m up earlier than you are," Shane said in overly bright tones before plopping herself down directly on top of Alice. There was complete silence for a second before Alice started squealing and pummeling at Shane with blanket-covered fists. After Shane finally gave in and stood up, Alice moved the blanket enough to see the room.