Danny
Calvin was a certified slob. I mean, as a rogue, I had my fair share of hovels and dirty, stinky socks and underwear, but this was.... disgusting.
I tiptoed around a pile of beer cans and watched as he grabbed a giant pile of clothes off of the end of his couch and threw it haphazardly across his apartment.
I tried to keep myself from wrinkling my nose at the dirty sock smell, but failed miserably when he began laughing at me. He slumped down on the side of the couch that had some more clothes on it and nodded to the spot he had cleared off for me. I sat down gingerly and began to regret even coming here. I glimpsed a used condom on his coffee table and could only imagine what had gone on this very couch.
"Dude, you need help." I murmured to him.
He guffawed and shrugged with hi
