Adam swiped at the buzzing clock before wiping a hand across his face. It was too early, as always, but especially after last night. The night’s activity didn’t diminish the day’s responsibilities however, so he rolled out of bed.
Memories of the night flashed through his mind as he dressed. Had they really been swimming in December? Naked?
Please no pictures.
He smiled and poured coffee in a large cup. Tales of last night would show up at work. Grown men were the worst gossips after all.
He’d know what happened soon enough, if he could only find his boots.
The Johnson’s checked out early Sunday morning to return home in preparation for the week ahead.
“What a weekend,” Ronny yawned to his wife as he unlocked the door and swung it open. The stench hit them full in the face.
“What the…,” Fran exclaimed peering over Ronny’s shoulder. She couldn’t believe her eyes as Lil Ron lay passed out on the couch amid a mess of bottles, overflowing ash trays, and was that vomit on her new carpet!
Ronny took it all in before stomping over to his son. “Wake up boy,” he shook him roughly, “The party’s over.”