When Bon finished he made his way out to the kitchen, dressed in his clothes from the previous night namely a pair oof jeans and a white button up that was only partially buttoned and very wrinkled. His own two toned hair was still dripping and falling into his eyes as he yawned.

"Sorry for crashing here, didn't want to walk home drunk." The last thing he needed was his roomies hassling him.

Peeking over at the food Bon grinned a bit, nervously, when his stomach seemed to make his own hunger known.