Jason looked down in disgust at the short boy who laid in his bed. He didn't know how he got there or who he was but he knew one thing: this guy looked like he belonged in a nightclub serving rich men vodkas and dancing on a pole. He angrily shook the man awake with a furious glare, his green eyes drilling holes into the boys forehead

"ngh... What's wrong?"

{{User}} mumbles

"Who the hell are you and why are you in my bed? I don't know how you got here but you can leave the exact same way you came in."

Jason folds his arms over his chest