POOL OF BLOOD

Chapter One

Tim sluggishly traipsed out of the extravagantly-designed bathroom which opened into their large bedroom through a vestibule, bare-chested with a towel tied on his waist. The towel was originally white but negligence had dealt treacherously with the poor fellow which now struggled for a colour midway between brown and milky in sharp contrast to the imalculate white sheen which had radiated from it when it was first purchased.

As a matter of fact, the piece of wool had never met a congregation of soap and water for the past six months, except ofcourse the remnants it had to mop from the scantily-washed body of Tim as a way of fulfilling its primary purpose of being purchased in the first place.
Tim was particularly fond of this towel, not because he had any special attachment to it but because he had no other choice. He was not ready or willing to spend any funds on a towel when he already had one anyway.

'How will this night go?' Tim asked as he unwound the piece of fabric from his small waist, revealing his endowed below while energetically mopping the speckles of water which had not yet stopped dripping from his huge, athletic body.

'I don't know o!' James replied, with his face still buried in his mobile device while fiddling with it as if his whole life depended on that very act at that moment.

'It's been a long week and it would be nice if we could hang out a bit,' Wilfred contributed. 'I mean, it's a Friday night for God's sake and we've been busy with school work throughout the week. There's no harm going out to have some wild fun tonight, just the three of us.' With this, he dropped his large white Samsung tablet on the table, giving Tim and James a long, decisive stare after sitting up on the bed.

'What?' Tim asked, spreading both hands apart and wearing a curious look on his fair, oblong face which had a prominent nose sitting majestically at the centre with the full aura of a vintage king. Below it, was a pair of lips which were full as if that was the only thing they knew how to do-to be full.
They tilted to one side in a characteristic manner when he spoke. 
In the heat of the moment, he had thoroughly mopped his body and had changed into a smart pair of blue shorts.

'Let's go to Eni Stores.' James blurted out, with an obvious excited look.

'Not again!' Wilfred groaned. 'Everytime Eni Stores! Is there no other sit-out that three young adults can hang out in this Uyo? The waiters at Eni Stores will soon engrave our poor faces on the 'constant customers' photobook.'
He rose up and connected his mobile phone to a charger which was already secured on a wall socket. The screen of the device produced a bright glow in its soothing ambience and it emitted a characteristic sound as a way of announcing that some hot, soothing electric current had started driving its way into its deepest recesses.

He slowly returned to his initial position at one corner of the room while muttering,
'They will soon build another branch with the money they make from us alone.'
Tim raised his jaw and scratched his moustache for a while using the blunt nails on his left fingers and vociferated,
'One of these days, one of us will alight from a car with his Dad and one of the waiters at Eni Stores will yell, 'Customer ooo!!!'

The trio drowned in a bout of seemingly uncontrollable laughter.

'My father would just disown me right there.' James said.
'My Dad would have a heart attack and die. Therafter my Mom would threaten to wash her breasts that I sucked for six months and pour the water for me as a curse. That, I'm pretty sure ' Wilfred said.
They collectively reeled out another cacophonous round of laughter yet again.

'I don't even want to tell you guys what my Dad would do. I don't want to think about it, Tim finally struggled to utter, after regaining his breath.

'Fine! Fine! So What do you guys suggest? Tim asked.
Silence ensued for a while as each of them appeared to be buried in deep thoughts.
After what seemed like eternity, James and Wilfred raised their faces as if they had just been struck with inspiration by a unique supernatural being.
'Club!!!' they collectively bellowed.