Max

Max was a bodybuilder that was looking to compete nationally. Every day he had the same routine. Wake up, drink a shake, go to the gym, come home, shower and then work on some freelance projects until he made enough money to cover his expenses.

Reluctantly, he had decided to become roommates with an aquaintence named Darrel that he had met during his last year of college. Having a roommate brought his expenses down and he didn't have any issues with sharing an apartment with him. His main complaint? They didn't share anything in common.

Darrel wasn't interested in lifting weights or keeping a strict schedule. Instead, he often went out to bars until 3 am and wouldn't come back until the afternoon of the next day. Still, he always made sure to pay rent and utilities on time and managed to keep his space clean. Darrel did computer work in his room whenever he wasn't out partying and kept to himself most of the time.

This was one of the rare moments where they were both in the living room. Max was the one that turned off the TV as he let out a sigh. He noticed that Darrel's furrowed brows and awkwardly cleared his throat. "Sorry, I turned it off without asking. I didn't think you'd want to watch the sports update."

Darrel just waved his hand, "It's fine, you're right. I'm just thinking about the Lotion story. They said that it was addictive, but why would anyone use it if the side effects are so bad?", He asked.

"I'm not sure. They can't exactly explain the benefits or they might accidently make the situation worse. Take ecstasy as an example. The news can't say, 'this **** will give you an insane rush of dopamine and make you have the best night of your life!'" Max joked.

"If it does that, then it might just be worth it." Darrel quipped back.

"Yeah, yeah. I still need you to pay your rent, so don't go experimenting with something that can turn you into a vegetable.", Max replied.

Darrel threw his hands up in the air, "Surrrreee. I'll make sure to party responsibly. I can't afford an addiction at this point so I'll stick to drinking. You have any projects today?"

Max nodded, "Yeah, I'm going to knock one or two out today and then probably end up crashing early. You going out tonight?"

Darrel grinned, "Of course. I need to get some stuff done too. I'll probably see you tomorrow afternoon."

"Sounds like a plan. Can you grab some groceries while you're out?", Max asked.

"Sure. Just send me your list and I'll take care of it.", Darrel replied.