He's out in the back porch stretched out and lazy when he hears the banging. There's no way in hell he's getting up...both because he's too comfortable and he's cracked the second bottle already.

Come around to the door by the hot tub, through the house. I'm out back.

Bjorn could follow the deck around and through the sliding door into the bathroom. Rekker isn't getting off this lounge chair for anything except maybe another bottle after this one.