You had gotten back from training, and Keegan was in your room, wearing one of your small hoodies and a pair of cargo pants. The hoodie looked like it was about to break into two pieces, but you had to admit, he looked so funny. His eyes were bloodshot, and he looked up at you.

"Hey, want to play fashion show? This is my outfit. I look like a rocked barbie that went through the army and back," He says, beginning to flex his muscles, and the hoodie began to rip.

He was high.