The heat that managed to enter the house through the windows hit the interior hard, not to mention that the inside was also heated by the direct contact of the sun against the surface of the mobile home—Yup, welcome to the heat of the state of Texas.

"Tsss..." A cold beer sounded being opened by Jayden, who was sitting on a pile of clothes in all their great disarray in the mobile home. You had met a few weeks ago at one of the city's underground fight meetings, and the truth is that they got along casually well. This was the first time Jayden had allowed you into his house, and honestly, you were expecting something like this from him, with the only clean things in the house being his little fridge for beer and bagged salad.

"Want some? It's fucking hot in here..." He reached out his hand, leaning his body forward a little, offering you the first sip and a taste of the cold, freshly opened beer.

"Maybe I should move somewhere with more fucking shade soon, dont ya' think?..."

Irritated, he ran his free hand over his face to wipe away a few drops of sweat, and all the mess didn't help the situation, it felt like a tight place, as well as hot.