Speaking of windows...

"Funneling, man," Scott says. "Gotta down two beers."

"Oh jeez." You roll your eyes at him through the resinous, smoky haze. "I'm not gonna make it through two beers. I might as well just pee on your floor."

Dirk laughs, then coughs. "My man, that is not to be," he says. He takes a bubbling draw from the elaborate water pipe, holds it, then wheezes it out.

"Nope, can't do it," Scott says.

A pang in your kidney shows clearly on your face.

"Bummer, that must hurt," Dirk says. "Hey, it's raining, nobody'll notice a little more."

"Yeah," Scott says. "You can pee out the window."

You spread your hands in defeat, but not too abruptly. "Okay, then."

Scott unlatches the window and slides it sideways. A breeze of cool, damp fresh air hits your face, making you shiver.

"Whoa, that's really cool," Dirk says. "I mean, like, air."

Scott laughs.

"There's a screen," you object.

"Won't stop it," Scott says.

"Nope. Do it before we lose all our divine incense out the window," Dirk says.

Gritting your teeth, you step up to the window. It's a rainy, breezy night. You can see lights in some of the other windows of your H-shaped building. Scott and Dirk's place is dimly lit by a lava lamp and several seven-day votive candles, so hopefully if anyone sees you, they won't be able to tell who it is. Below you is the front courtyard. Scott and Dirk are right above the entrance. You open your pants and point hopefully toward the shrubbery off the the side.

With a sigh, you release your pee through Scott and Dirk's window screen. It leaves a wet spot, but it all pretty much just goes through. What must be a full minute later, you finish and put your dick away.

"Looks like fun," Scott says from beside you.

"Close the window!" Dirk says.

Scott has trouble getting it to slide back, so you have to help out. The window closes with a scrape and a loud thump. The cool, fresh night air is closed out, and the candles and pot fumes start to have their way with the apartment again.

"Gee, thanks, guys," you say. "I guess."

Dirk cracks up laughing. "Anytime, Jack-man. At least anytime it's night and it's raining and there's a chick hogging your john," he says.

"Yeah," Scott says. "You still want a beer?"

"No, I'll be on a natural high as it is," you say. "Bye guys, good night."

"Good night!" Scott and Dirk say as you close the door.

Your throat feels raspy and dry and your eyes sting a bit. The air was pretty thick in there. You walk over to the little room by the stairs and get a root beer from the vending machine. You pop the top and suck the sweet, cold drink down your throat, which immediately feels better. It helps get that waxy skunkweed taste out of your mouth, too.

You pause at the door to your and Melody's room. Give her some time to finish up and get in bed first? No, you don't want to be sitting up in some stairwell or downstairs in the lounge if she needs a friend.

Your unruly penis starts swelling up at the thought of Melody getting out of the bath. Well, that's why civilized man wears pants, so he doesn't have to explain his ten stiffies a day or whatever it is. You yank at your pants to give yourself more room, and hopefully a little concealment. Melody is your friend, and she's hurt, and whatever goes through your mind, you've got to be her friend. Okay then.

You open your door as quietly as you can.