“Look. All I’m saying is that there’s no choice involved in this matter. I’m the godfather, and I’ve just given you an offer you can’t refuse”.
…
Silence, followed by a brief ruffling of sheets.
A jawn.
The cracking of bones being stretched beyond their comfort.
“How did you get in here, Chet?” - complained the groggy figure in the bed.
Although that did little to restrain Chet’s efforts. One energetic tug on the blanket, and a writhing creature found in bed, almost naked, dealing with the shock of the sudden exposure to the cold.
That creature’s name, incidentally, was David, and it was rather his uncreaturelike disposition that made him who he was - a well kept, clean and handsome man of twenty.
David is not a morning person though. And so, Chet made the darkest sides of his friend emerge by disturbing his slumber.
“Come on. We have things to do! Places to go! What a shame it is to watch you drown in your sweat, odour and… well, boredom”. Chet had a cab waiting and a joint in his pocket that wouldn’t smoke itself.
“Go fuck yourself Chet. I don’t come disturbing you as I see fit!”. But the sudden introduction of an all too familiar smell suddenly lifted his facial expression of anger and molded his features to harmony.
David looked at Chet.
A joint lit up between Chet’s wide grin of innocence. No surprise. David knew that face. It meant that his friend was confident that good times await them. So David dropped his emotional luggage, devoured his half of the joint and leapt into the start of the day.
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