Benny stretched up towards the ceiling, yawning as he did so. After he'd cracked his back, he stripped himself of his pajama's, which consisted of a t-shirt and boxers, and twisted the shower faucet. He stepped into the shower to find it was freezing cold. He let out a yelp and began shivering as he let the water run over his dark skin. He turned the temperature up, but the water wouldn't get warmer. "F-f-fuck, it's c-c-cold," he murmured to himself as he reached for the soap. Having no hair made showering go quick. It saved money when it came to shampoo. He felt around for the soap and grabbed the slippery stick. He lathered up his washcloth and rubbed the soapy cloth over his body. A strange unfamiliar scent wafted into his nose. It was sweet, flowery and very girly. Opening his eyes, he looked down to see that he held a pink stick of soap in one hand with the words "Dove" carved into it. Groaning, Benny slid the soap back into the dish and rinsed off quickly. Something gross slid between his toes as he turned to shut the faucet off. Leaning down, he pulled a glob of dark hair out from the middle of his toes. "Eww!" he grumbled, flicking the hair back into the tub. "I hate women."
Benny stepped out of the tub, still shaking, and reached under the sink for a towel. His hands knocked over some cleaning supplies but he found no towel. "Fuck," he mumbled. "Who used the last towel?" he shouted into the loft. "It's freezing in here!"
"Shut up!" a voice groaned back as a towel came flying at the door.
Benny picked it up and closed the door again. He dried himself quickly and wrapped the towel around his waist. He pulled the medicine cabinet open and reached for his razor but much to his surprise, it was gone. In its place sat a package of tampons and a bright pink razor. Benny shuttered and backed up, scowling. "Where's my fucking razor?" he shouted. He dug around in the cabinet, moving Maureen's deodorant and lotions, searching for his razor. Benny slammed the door shut and ripped open the door to the bathroom. "What does she think she's doing?" Benny asked loudly to anyone who was listening.
"What are you grumbling about?" a deep voice asked from the couch. "And please go put some clothes on."
"Maureen!" Benny replied. "She's taking over the loft with her girly shit."
"Quit your bitching," Collins said. "It's too early to start now."
"She used up all the hot water," Benny began, ignoring Collins's comment. "She left a clump of hair in the bottom of the shower. She switched soaps and she put tampons in the place of my razor, which is now missing."
"I actually like the new soap," Collins replied. "Makes my skin soft."
"Collins,"
Benny grumbled. "Shut up."
Collins laughed as Benny stomped
over towards Mark and Maureen's room. "And another thing,"
Benny added. "She kicked me out of my own room! Now the three of us
are stuck in one room while she and Mark have their own!"
"They need their own," Collins replied. "You wanna watch 'em fuck each other?"
"Yeah, right," Benny replied. "Like Mark's lost his virginity."
"Has, too," the diva mumbled as Benny forced her door open. "Get out."
"Where'd you put my razor?"
"Benny, I'm not decent!" she shouted.
"Ugg!" Benny squeezed his eyes closed and backed out of the room. He slammed the door and knocked loudly. "Where's my razor?"
"In the drawer!" she shouted.
"What drawer?"
"The top drawer!"
Benny grumbled as he stormed back into the bathroom. He dug around in the top drawer and found the razor. Sighing, he lathered his face and prepared to shave.
