Jason's mouth went dry at the sight. His roommate, making eyes at some guy in their living room watching some garbage movie.

He bit back a curse and closed the door roughly. The pair noticed and waved at him. He waved back with the world's fakest smile, then grabbed a beer and stormed into his bedroom.

This was bullsh*t. This was his sanctuary, his place of solace, and this rando had come in here, sat down, and taken over. Sure, his roommate had asked him if it was okay to invite people over to hang out, but that hadn't included hookups! Not that they'd specifically decided against it, but it'd been implicit! One does not simply bring some clown into their shared pad to...he didn't want to think about it.

"Dammit," he hissed. It wasn't like he had any actual claim over his roommate, though. He had no right to be upset.

"This is stupid," he grumbled. He couldn't stand listening to the sounds of them smooching. It was making him feel sick, his stomach churning. His mood was worsening by the second, and he knew he wouldn't be able to calm down if he stayed in. He needed to blow off steam before he turned literal who into a John Doe.

So he threw on a jacket, grabbed his bike, and went for a ride. Or he would've, if it wasn't out of goddamn gas. "F*ck!" he snapped, kicking the tire. "Goddamn piece of cr*p, f*cking sh*tty-a** bike. Goddammit." He'd have to walk, then. It'd probably be good for him, he reasoned.

Or it would've been, if the second coming of the goddamned biblical flood hadn't started just then. "Are you f*cking sh*tting me?!" he shouted at the sky, throwing his arms into the air. The two seconds it took him to do so were enough to leave him drenched.

He stormed back upstairs, roughly opened the door, and pointed accusingly at the guy. "You. Out of my damn apartment if you like having teeth."

The dude didn't need to be told twice and scrambled the hell out of there. Jason slammed the door shut, then glared at his roommate, his hair and clothes dripping, forming a small puddle at his feet.