by Trev Anderson » Fri Sep 23, 2011 2:38 am
Trev knocked on the door, two bags filled with booze, pop, and bottled water sitting on the floor flanking him. He'd stopped by his room and dropped off a few things he didn't think he'd need and pick up a few things wrapped in foil packages that he figured he most certainly would need.
What in the hell am I doing? This is crazy. You go a year without so much as a date, then you have sex with a stripper, and now the very next night some creepy but ridiculously hot twins are--
Stop trying to understand it. Just go with it. It'll be fine.
Trev sighed, his nerves counteracting any buzz that he had from his few drinks at the bar. There was certainly no shortage of alcohol in the bags at least...