» MURPHY ( @rebellmade ) —
Murphy would be a complete hypocrite if he told Dallas to get his shoes off the table - it wasn’t like he was much of a neat-freak himself or anything. He just took another sip of his soda and grinned, looking the man up and down. If Murphy was being completely honest, Dallas looked smoking hot right now, cheesy fingers and all. But he couldn’t exactly go out looking like that. “I’m thinkin’ around nine. Any earlier will just be lame. I’ll get us an Uber or something to pick us up around then.” Because while Murphy wasn’t the most mature person in the world, he was pretty damn responsible. After finishing off his drink, Murphy sets the can down and pushes away from the counter. “I’m gonna go shower. Raid my fridge all you want, but do not touch my music.” With a warning glare in parting, Murphy headed to his bathroom, pulling his shirt off as he went. Yeah, he thought, tonight should be fun.
As soon as Murphy headed off towards the bathroom, Dallas took the liberty of eyeing his friend up as his shirt peeled off. They’d seen each other with much less, but he knew to appreciate the small glimpses like that while they lasted, knowing he’d never be dumb enough to act on them and potentially jeopardize their unique friendship. Once Murphy was out of his light of sight, he forced himself to get up, raiding the other man’s fridge for a beer to take back over to his place to get cleaned up. If they were taking an Uber downtown, he might as well pregame and spare himself (and his wallet) from the overpriced alcohol.
Savoring each sip of the cheap (and horribly flat) beer, Dallas sauntered back across the hall. Despite his flat being a total pig sty (with the music blasting to match. ugh.) — the one appearance Dallas made an effort to upkeep was himself. He’d finished off the beer by the time he got to his kitchen and grabbed one out of his own fridge for the shower. Already starting to feel a buzz as he washed up, Dallas did what he does best: lost track of time.


















