Short number two
Charlie was so used to Alex's antics he hardly blinked when he heard his door swing open, and a frustrated Alex ask where his razor was. Charlie spun his chair around nonchalantly, with a retort at the ready. But he faltered at the sight of Alex wearing nothing but a towel. A rather short towel, slung rather low on his hips.
"Well?" Alex demanded, waving his arms frantically about "I have a date tonight, Charlie, I need my razor". Charlie licked his lips as the towel slipped a little lower.
"Did you check the bu-bottom drawer" Charlie stuttered.
"Why the hell would it be in the bottom drawer?" Alex shouted in frustration as he stomped off towards the bathroom. Charlie spun back around to face his computer, his pants a bit tighter.
I have no idea how many of these there will be