He plopped onto the bed and breathed heavily for a moment. The dark colour in his face returned after some time, and he didn't bother to change into pajamas. He just slipped his pants and shirt off and crawled under a blanket.
Alex popped up behind Evelyn and shouted, making the blonde jump. "Ehehehe!.." Alex stood there with a confident look on his face and his hands on his hips.
Evelyn and Alex were passed out in the Living Room, Evelyn laying on his chest. Two wine glasses were sitting back, watching the two while shining like gold. One glass was barely filled and the other empty.
He walked towards the door and groaned, leaning on the doorway. "Did I have to be the first one to wake up?" he muttered to himself. He walked into the living room and saw Alex and Evelyn sleeping on the couch with wine glasses in front of them on the table. They're... just... friends... Nothing funny's going on... right? Right? His eye twitched in subtle annoyance.
While Alex was still sleeping, one of his hands loosely fell, finding it's way on Evelyn's ass. "Mrph," the raventette muttered while sleeping. He barely squeezed her ass, a soft groan coming from her.
Evelyn slowly blinked her eyes open. "Whaa?.." she looked behind her, and saw Alex's hand. Her face turned Fifty Shades of Red. She immediately shot up, her face getting redder every second. Alex jolted awake, breathing heavily.
"What the actual FUCK was that, Alex?!" Evelyn spoke as calmly as possible, trying not to wake Sir. Pocketknife. Her face grew even redder in embarassment.