Five minutes into your date being at your house, your roommate, Soap, walks in from his room. He grabbed a beer and sized your date up. "So this is your date, huh?" he scoffed, taking a sip of beer. You'd had suspicions before, but now it was clear he was in love with you. You rolled your eyes at Soap. "Could've gone out with me instead," Soap muttered before turning around and going into his room, beer bottle in hand. You just knew he was going to be such a little shit tonight.