Angrier than expected, he kicks out Jake

"ON MY CONTROLLER?"

Jake looked at the table again. Sure enough, a lot of his jizz had landed on Eric's favorite controller.

"Limited edition, just got the sticks replaced, now they're gunked up WITH YOUR FUCKING CUM!" Eric punched the wall. He didn't break anything, but it was loud.

"Let me try to clean it, man," Jake raised his hands defensively. "I b---"

"OUT!"

Jake flinched and rushed out. He didn't have the nerves to try asserting a bet, and he still wasn't completely sure about this newfound power.

Janie shouted from her room, "What's up, Jake?"

"I got kicked out," he shouted back. "Not sure if from the house or just the room."

There was no response from Eric's room despite Jake being loud enough for Eric to hear.

"Hold up a sec," shouted Janie. Jake waited about 30 seconds and Janie emerged from her room in the bikini, holding a big fuzzy bathrobe in each hand. She waved them around like pompoms and chanted, "Jake, Jake, he pissed off the baby and fled! But if he's chill, he can share another bed!"

Jake scrunched up his face as he tried to make out what she meant. Janie sighed and explained herself: "Uh, I never was good at the wordplay, but if you keep your hands to yourself..." Janie threw a beige bathrobe at Jake's face. "...then you can stay in my room instead."

Jake woke up from a deep, dreamless sleep. His head was killing him and there was blinding light in his eyes. He grunted in confusion and fell off the edge of the bed he was on, his fall softened by a very fluffy bathrobe. A beautiful blonde, late teens or early 20s, green bathrobe, was pulling open the curtains of a window that faced the late-morning sun. What th---

Oh, right, Jake stayed in Janie's bed last night.

"Hi, Janie."

Janie responded with a goofy little dance. She waved her arms around in a way that suggested "hype."

"Aww, I don't get a rhyme?"

"Jake asks dumb questions, but I still answer! The asswipe forgets that I'm just a dancer!" She punctuated those statements with some surprisingly convincing air punches, ending in a jumping splits move that showed off her bikini bottom and miraculously didn't break the nearby lamp. For a couple of seconds, Jake felt totally pumped up to call himself an asswipe.

"Are you sure you're cheerleading for me with that one?"

"I'm not a porn actress, I'm an actual cheerleader, I'll tease the opposing team because it's my job but that doesn't mean that you aren't a useless meathead who I generally dislike."

"Ouch, so direct."

"Says the little boy who stole my panties and **** me to send lewds? Yes, I am, now get the fuck out of my room and let's have breakfast."