I found myself in a bathroom stall a short while later, the brothers back in the dining area of the restaurant we found ourselves at, catching up. I had my cell out and was dialing Doug.
“I found one of them,” I whispered.
There was a pause on the other end. “Where?”
“Um,” I said, “I’m having dinner with him.”
“What?!” he asked/yelled.
“He’s my new roommate’s brother,” I explained.
“Ugh,” he groaned. “Well, maybe you can get a newer new roommate, one without a homophobic, gay-bashing brother.”
Were it that easy. “But I already slept with my roommate, and I sort of like him.”
“You slept with your roommate already?!” he was still asking/yelling. I supposed I deserved such a response. “How is that possible? I mean, how long have you known this guy? A day, two days?”
I paused. I gulpe
