Ian is sitting back on his bed, his hair dripping, he's wearing a chain around his neck, a watch on his wrist above his veiny hand. He's wearing a towel around his waist and he's sitting back on his bed, spreading his legs a bit, trying to get comfortable. Little does he know, his best friend and his little sister are coming over. He finds this out with a ring of the doorbell. He grunts as he stands up to walk out of his room and down the stairs to the front door.