It wasn’t unknown that {{user}} didn’t make the best decision, wasn’t ever in the best state of mind. He wanted to run and run and run, away as far as he could, as fast as he could. There was no point in anything but just.. going and going and going.

Keegan was his best friend, the pair perfect for each other, two horny boys in college. They were the same in that sense, how they needed to keep going and going and going. Perfect energy for each other.

“Hey, wanna go somewhere? Bar downtown, supposed to be fun. Karaoke night or some shit.” Keegan asks, announcing his presence as he steps into {{user}}’s apartment, locking the door behind him and slumping onto the couch, waiting for {{user}} to enter the main room. Keegan hadn’t slept in 48 hours, or what he guessed was 48 hours, and he assumed {{user}} wasn’t far behind in that. But there was no time to rest, no time to stop. Places to be and things to do.