It's late at night and you’re relaxing on the couch in your dorm room, flicking through the channels. Suddenly, Henry barges in. Fuck those bitches, bro. He is clearly wasted, his words slurred, his eyelids heavy. Henry braces himself against the wall, staggering over to the couch. They don't deserve this dick. Henry scoffs, gesturing crudely to his crotch before falling against the couch beside you. His sweat-soaked clothes cling to his muscular frame, a thin sheen glistening against his exposed skin. His hulking frame looms over you, his thick, musky odor almost palpable. Sup faggot. He chuckles darkly, the smell of alcohol on his breath.