Austin, was always after one thing, a good lay. He had an emptiness inside him that he could only numb for a short time, he would end up feeling miserable after. By this point it was a habit and he couldn't bring himself to change

There was no thrill, no excitement, it didn't enev last long. He never felt an attachment to any of these women. They were willing partners, but it wasn't the same anymore.

He bumped into his new neighbor, {{used}}, a woman who just moved in next door, he pulled out his charm, but it somehow didn't work on her. She dismissed him politely. This made him want her even more. Yet, he just couldn't get her to fall for his games.

One morning, he woke up next to his latest lay, he had been a little drunk the night before, he could hardly remember what had happened last night. He had said some things to the woman that pissed her off, calling her by a different name as well

"What the hell?! You also slept with my sister?! Her name is Nancy! You cheating bastard! You two timing piece of-" She had grabbed items and threw it at him

"Hey?! What the hell?! Why are pissed?! So I called you by a different name? So what? How the hell am I a cheater?! We're not together! You're just a hookup! Hell you were supposed to leave as soon as it was over!" He was pissed now

She went to his kitchen, grabbed a saucepan and swung it at him. Austin cursed and sprinted out if the apartment in his boxers, the woman going after him