Tuesday: October 2, 2007
Who: Adair and Sanura [putting the paddles on the muses, oh yeah]
When: Late Night
Where: Adair/Sheldon/Caden residence
What: Sometimes, people just meet


“Ugh, winter is going to suck here I can tell.” Adair mumbled. He leaned in his doorway not particularly favoring the current weather conditions since all he had to warm him up was a cigarette and a lighter he kept playing with. He could have gone inside, but oddly enough he wasn’t like Sheldon and didn’t litter the house with a shitload of smoke. Sometimes it was hard having two roommates, but they were his best friends.

One of the things he hated was smoking his cigarettes until he could feel his fingers sting but no matter how many times he tried to break the habbit, he failed. Putting out his cigarette after one final drag, he went inside. It wasn’t long after when he heard a feverish amount of knocking. Shit that was quick. “Dude. I don’t have a lock. Just come on in.” Rolling his eyes at the person’s stupidity he repeated the obvious words of invitation. “The doors open.” Maybe one of his roomies were drunk again.