Who: Stephen Mahoney, William Borne and Jeremiah Hawkins. Where: Will's flat. What: Bros hanging out. When: Friday night. Rating: Probably PG-13 at the most. Status: In progress.
For all the hours at work spent waiting for that brief moment where he could be useful, for all the hours during the evenings spent staring at his food being nuked in his microwave or staring at already memorized old TV shows, Stephen got boredom in spades. And other than pouring over the words of a language yet to be learned, even a healthy fifty some years hadn't really taught him how to deal with it yet. And tonight, was bad - that pitchy feeling of restlessness that radiated upward from deep in his stomach to his heart, bad enough that it drove him out of hearth and home and straight into the still crowded streets, where he anxiously drifted along with the masses, just another face in the crowd. Comfortable. But nothing that would calm down an overactive, bored mind. But then there was pizza. Fucking pizza. And Will. Fuck yeah. Some time spent memorizing the menu and the interior of some small pizza place deep in New York City, right up to the crack in the ceiling, right over the ad that said 'meat lovers'.
He mourned the loss of money for a brief second, but all that disappeared when his nose caught the mouthwatering scent of pepperoni and salami and mozzarella and ooh, spinach and blue cheese. Fuck yeah. He rocked - he'd broken away from the fold, because he had pizza. Motherfucking pizza with pine nuts and spinach and blue cheese and pepperoni and salami, with the cheese put on the crust first (so the dough didn't get soggy), and then the toppings. Who rocked, man? And then he was back into the masses, definitely standing out with the way he was carrying the boxes of pizza over his head.
A buzzer he bypassed when someone exited the building and he slipped inside. And a swift kick to the door with his foot after he launched into a little ditty. "Will! Oh, I love you ... I will always will ..." And it was taking too long. "Put your damn panties on! I've got pizza here! I'm boooooored." Well. That was a given.