Home indeed

When you arrive, it's not all that different from what you expected. Two-stories, light colors, and those weird tiki-torches that Gordon likes for whatever reason. The inside was nice, too, with large plush couches in the living area and a huge flat-screen. The kitchen was obviously not used very often, as your friend preferred to eat out or order delivery, as evidenced by the many bags of chips and cereal boxes replacing any real food.

What does surprise you, however, are the bedrooms. The walls are painted dark, the carpet is inordinately soft, and the bed... well, you've never slept in a king-sized bed before, but you're excited to find out. You think the curtains around the outside are a little much, but would definitely be an extra layer of privacy if someone walked in while you were doing-the-do.

Though why the hell Gordon would bother with that is beyond you. As best friends you share everything, even girls - you've gone skinny dipping with him before, too. There isn't much in the way of privacy between you guys.

Setting down your bags and sighing as you flop onto the bed, you debate your options. You're jet-lagged, and would really appreciate some R&R right about now. On the other hand, this is your first night in a new city known for people just whipping it out and fucking in the middle of the street if it suits them, and you could have a lot of fun if you went out for a few hours; you're reasonably attractive, and know how to pick up dudes and chicks alike in most places of business.