Plywood, not plying the roommate
Going to Home Depot to E.J. meant buying a lamp there and a bottle of wine at the bar next door. Justin hadn't bat an eyelash but then again, he wasn't exactly making a lot of eye contact. He was laughing, and enjoying himself because as roommates they clicked. E.J. definitely felt the vibe. It was small at first but then Justin had assured him of how many girls' fields he had plowed. E.J.'s words, not his.
Loosening up was in order. Returning to the room, E.J. sat on his bed and pulled out two cups, handing one to a surprised Justin before shaking his head, amused, while uncorking the bottle. Smirking at his roommate, he poured a bit into Justin's cup as well as his own before setting the bottle down on the floor.
"So, Justin," he said, taking a rather large gulp of his Merlot. "King of the Guppies? Or Guppy King?" A laugh escaped as he brought his arm to his lips.
Loosening up was in order. Returning to the room, E.J. sat on his bed and pulled out two cups, handing one to a surprised Justin before shaking his head, amused, while uncorking the bottle. Smirking at his roommate, he poured a bit into Justin's cup as well as his own before setting the bottle down on the floor.
"So, Justin," he said, taking a rather large gulp of his Merlot. "King of the Guppies? Or Guppy King?" A laugh escaped as he brought his arm to his lips.