"JESUS FUCKING CHRIST STOP SHOUTIN'!" Joe roared in his loudest voice. God, he couldn't think clearly! He wanted his pants. He wanted a shower. He'd slept all night, naked, next to this guy. He suppressed a violent shudder.
"And stop movin' toward me or we're gonna have a problem." A problem. Jesus. They already had a problem.
"You stay on your side of the room, freak. I am gonna find my god damned pants because I'll be damned if I'm walking out of your fucking apartment wrapped in a fucking sheet!"