"You're such a weirdo"

Ryan complains, flopping back on his bed and nudging you with a little grin. Mitch and Ari and playing games and cursing eachother out when they lose while Tory and Jack are mucking around with some stupid illegal movie sites.

The air fucking reeked of sqeaty teenage boys. Sweat, a bit of B.O, a lot of Ax deoderant, and the occasional horniness and hormonal stuff sprinkled through.