Delroy ended up falling asleep with the pillow on his face. It's a good thing he did too, as his often loud and obnoxious snoring was being muffled by it. This was just perfect for his roommate, Todrick, who had brought a girl back to their one-bedroom apartment from the New Year's Eve party he attended.
A party which he tried to convince Delroy into accompanying him to earlier, but ended up getting firmly rebuffed.
*🎮*
(Earlier that night…)
"Delroy, bruh… why won't you come with me? You can't seriously believe that staying at home is the best way to bring the New Year in?" Todrick expresses with a sigh. He's been checking himself over and over in the mirror above the oakwood dresser he and his friend share, concerned about his shirt and if the blackhead near his right eye is as visible as he thinks it is.
"You fuckin' dickhead," Delroy starts, grunting in frustration. He rubs the back of his neck, wondering if he's imagining the rapid and overwhelming throbbing in his nape. "how many times are you gonna ask me about this shit?"
"As many times as it takes for you to change your mind," Todrick chuckles, now trying to pop the bump.
"Well you can forget about that, my nigga, because I'm not going. Besides, it's just another year coming in, which is a very depressing reminder that I'm getting older."
"Seriously? It's a New Year's Eve party, not your fuckin' birthday!"
"I'm mothafuckin' aware of that fact, Todrick! It still doesn't mean shit to me!" Delroy snaps, his voice devolving into a fearsome snarl. He lays back on his bed, covering his face with his hands, huffing and puffing.
Todrick scratches his head, feeling perplexed and a little shaken, but still looking in the mirror. "Yo, Del, the fuck is your problem, man? You good?"
"The fuck you think, nigga? Do I look good?!"
"Want my honest answer?" Todrick replies, turning around with a smirk on his face.
"Sure, but you better not say anything stupid, bruh."
"Alright, here goes: you ugly as fuck, my nigga," Todrick bursts into laughter, stumbling into the dresser behind him.
"You ignant son of a bitch!" Delroy rages, throwing an over two-hundred page gaming catalog at his friend. Todrick narrowly dodges and the book slams into the mirror, putting a short, lightning-shaped crack in it.
"BRUH!"
"GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE, TODRICK!"
"Dude! I was just fuckin' jokin'! Calm yo' ass down!"
"I don't have time for ya' jokes, nigga! You play too much sometimes!"
Todrick raises an eyebrow. "Really, bruh? You're one to talk, fuckin' sarcastic bastard."
"I don't play as much as you though. Plus, my sarcasm is greatly appreciated by everyone. It's never out of place, like you and your insults."
"Yeeeeeah, right. Your sister would beg to differ." Todrick says as he turns back around, continuing to obsess over the bump. He immediately becomes upset because the mirror is cracked right where its reflection is, so he can't properly inspect it. Moving over puts him out of the light, obscuring a majority of his face. We have to get a new mirror, he mumbles to himself.
