Steve closed the front door, and kicked off his shoes in the entryway. His other Friday class got cancelled last minute, which meant he probably had the place to himself. That was rare. When four guys share a house, there was always somebody around. Sure enough, as he turned the corner into the kitchen, he saw Jimmy leaning against the counter.
Jimmy, or Slim Jim as they sometimes called him, was tall and thin a rail. Short blond hair, varying amounts of facial scruff. Today though, he was looking very different. He was shirtless, and a pair of cargo shorts were wide open, with the belt and button undone to make room for an impressively hefty gut. Most impressive, in fact, considering just the night before, Jimmy's abdomen could be best described as "concave". Next to him on the counter was an empty plate, littered with crumbs. He was polishing off the last of what looked like a brownie, and when he saw Steve standing in the doorway, he grinned stupidly. His eyes were incredibly red.
"How many of those did you eat, Slim Jim?"
Jimmy, or Slim Jim as they sometimes called him, was tall and thin a rail. Short blond hair, varying amounts of facial scruff. Today though, he was looking very different. He was shirtless, and a pair of cargo shorts were wide open, with the belt and button undone to make room for an impressively hefty gut. Most impressive, in fact, considering just the night before, Jimmy's abdomen could be best described as "concave". Next to him on the counter was an empty plate, littered with crumbs. He was polishing off the last of what looked like a brownie, and when he saw Steve standing in the doorway, he grinned stupidly. His eyes were incredibly red.
"How many of those did you eat, Slim Jim?"