Chase slung the now wet towel upon his bed and rummaged in his bedside cabinet until he found some clean boxers. 

The towel dropped from around his waist as he stepped into the clean shorts, losing his balance he hopped madly on one leg for a second before finally pulling the shorts up as he did so he turned around to pick up the towel he had discarded upon the floor.

He jumped startled as he noticed Dan lying upon the other bed. 

"Jesus".  He swore. 

"You've got to stop doing that, you nearly scared the f***ing life out of me".  He shouted at Dan more than a little annoyed to be caught standing naked and unawares.

"Doing what?" Dan replied feigning innocence.

"Lying there in the dark like a frigging corpse". His friend told him.

Dan tried to do his best impression of a corpse, making his body stiffen, letting his mouth gape open and his eyes roll back into his head.

"F*** you".  Chase responded hurling the soaking towel at him, it hit him squarely between the eyes.

"Rather not, you're not my type and away I know where you've been".  Came the muffled response from under the towel.

Chase laughed good humouredly as he sat down upon his bed.

Dan sat up, the towel dropping into a soggy heap on the carpet.

"I saw the broadcast, you were great, if you can't persuade 'Joe Public' to join us with your flashy media hype then no one can". Chase told him.

"It was good, seriously good, you certainly know how to captivate your audience".

"Aww shucks".  Dan replied bashfully in a phoney American accent.

They lapsed into a comfortable silence each absorbed in their own thoughts.