Mitch emerges from the refrigerator clutching a beer can. The loud slam of the door, echoes throughout the apartment. Mitch's house mate walks up to the doorway with a shocked mixed with disgust expression plastered on to his face.
"MITCH"
"OH MY GOD! WHAT!" Mitch Replied looking up in frustration.
"YOU'RE DRINKING ALREADY!"
"uhh, YEAH." Mitch walks up to the counter opposite the refrigerator and grabs a doughnut from a crushed, open box. He then walks past his house mate looking at him with a cocky expression. "Dude. It's one. PM. That means I don't have a problem!"
His house mate terns to follow Mitch with his eye, as Mitch takes a right into another room.
Ten minuets later, Mitch turns out of the room and back into the kitchen. As he does his attention is grasped by the fact his house mate was resting his head on the table next to a empty bowl. "Dude, what, did ya stay up late last night waiting for me to get back?" He walks past him putting the bowl in the sink. "I told you not to wait up! No, seriously though, how long after your bed time was it?" Mitch keeps a smile on his face the whole time. He nudges him as he walks back around to leave the room. As Mitch does his house-mates arm flops off the table lifeless. "ummmm... Dude you ok." Mitch asks slightly concerned. " Dude. DUDE. Oh God! HOLY SHIT!"
