Oh, look. His roommate was studying. There's a fucking shock. Doosh paused in the doorway and just rolled his eyes. Sure, he'd pulled the old 'textbook out and open in front of the computer' trick before, mostly to cover up the fact that he was actually looking at porn, but he was pretty sure Warren was studying.
Like, actually studying.
On a Friday night. His freshman year.
He'd tried explaining that freshman year was THE YEAR to fuck off academics because the administration didn't fucking care and that was the year you made your fucking rep, but Warren had just whined about something and Doosh had zoned out thinking about the cheerleaders doing jumping jacks.
Awww yeah.
But, anyway, tonight, that bullshit ended. Tonight, his roommate was NOT going to pussy out on him.
"Guess what, bra," he drawled from the doorway. "It's about to be your lucky night."
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Date: 2012-02-27 02:14 am (UTC)Like, actually studying.
On a Friday night. His freshman year.
He'd tried explaining that freshman year was THE YEAR to fuck off academics because the administration didn't fucking care and that was the year you made your fucking rep, but Warren had just whined about something and Doosh had zoned out thinking about the cheerleaders doing jumping jacks.
Awww yeah.
But, anyway, tonight, that bullshit ended. Tonight, his roommate was NOT going to pussy out on him.
"Guess what, bra," he drawled from the doorway. "It's about to be your lucky night."