Eric closed his laptop, leaving it on his bed for now, as he got up and grabbed his cigarettes so that he could go flop on the couch and watch a little mindless TV in the living room. Watching any sort of television show with Checkers was always fun, never mind that any excuse to spend some time with one of his very best friends was a good excuse.
Bounding down the stairs, his boots making clacking sounds on the old steps as he walked, he rounded the corner and spotted Checkers sitting on the couch in his work uniform, telling Tyra Banks to stop sniffing coke, and how the dog went after the French fry. Eric couldn't hold back a laugh as he climbed over the back of the couch, flopping down next to his friend.
"What the fuck did she do to herself?" he asked as he peered at the screen, since the woman looked, well, terrible.