He was a still life in the middle of a renaissance painting. At one point, Marcus’s foot nudged Leo’s ribs. Leo grunted, turned his head the other way, and resumed his snoring. At another, a throw pillow landed directly on his face. He didn't move.
Jenna circled the couch with the camera. “Dude. We’ve been trying to wake him up for twenty minutes. We threw ice cubes down his shirt.” Sleeping Guy Misses A Great Threesome 720p.wmv
Leo had found it on an old external hard drive, a relic from his college years. He didn't remember recording it. He didn't remember the night at all, which, given the title, was probably the point. He was a still life in the middle of a renaissance painting
The file sat in the corner of the desktop, its title glowing white against the starry wallpaper: Sleeping Guy Misses A Great Threesome 720p.wmv . At another, a throw pillow landed directly on his face
Leo sat in his chair for a long time. He looked at his own reflection in the dark monitor. He touched his forehead—a phantom itch where the marker had been. He didn't remember the Fireball. He didn't remember the ice cubes. He didn't remember the tax rebate.