HOUSE PARTY; 11:07pm, Saturday, 53rd street, Bronx

You didn't mean to spill your drink on him, it just happened to slip out your hand and all over his shirt. it didn't help at all that he was your ex. his pants were sagging and as he lifted his wet shirt up, you could see he was strapped like always. he had a wife beater under. J: "Ey, it's fine, don' worry bout it" he grumbled, taking a sip of his drink "Been a while"