Post by Caleb Parker on Jan 25, 2017 21:15:47 GMT
After two training sessions, one self-defense class and a lengthy phone call with his younger sister, Nora, Caleb was dead set on getting blackout drunk. His mom had intruded on his phone call, inquiring about his love life and if he'd 'gotten back out there' which he couldn't say that he wasn't trying. What he could say was that...well, he was not exactly going to be the next guy on the Bachelor. Sure, he knew he was decently built, something he'd attributed with his ability, and he might have had a good smile, white, straight teeth, but his personality was lacking charm and poise. He was kind of a doofus and he knew it.
Especially when he put himself next to his best friend. Desmond. Desmond was what women would put in the hot men Calendars. He'd be Mr. July or June, definitely one of the summer months because he was rugged and manly and girls loved that sort of thing. It could be argued that Caleb would make the calendar, but he'd be more of a Mr. March or something. A low key month that's only holiday was one that called for heavy intoxication.
Desmond was cool, calm, collected and basically the opposite of Caleb. But they got along well enough to drink together and Caleb being the warm, bubbly kind of person, he did kind of force his presence onto the gym teacher at times.
Slamming down the shot glass, bottom's up, Caleb shook his head while his features twisted from the bitterness of the alcohol. "Another round, my good lady!" And that was why he was perpetually single. "Actually, a round for all the people over there too!" He nodded in the direction of a smaller group of women and two men who were deep in dramatic conversation, lots of arm waving and hand gestures. He was broke, but if he was going to get drunk, he figured everyone else should too! "Dude, I'm lit. How're we gonna get home?" Cale snorted out a laugh when it dawned on him that they'd probably have to hail a taxi or walk.
Especially when he put himself next to his best friend. Desmond. Desmond was what women would put in the hot men Calendars. He'd be Mr. July or June, definitely one of the summer months because he was rugged and manly and girls loved that sort of thing. It could be argued that Caleb would make the calendar, but he'd be more of a Mr. March or something. A low key month that's only holiday was one that called for heavy intoxication.
Desmond was cool, calm, collected and basically the opposite of Caleb. But they got along well enough to drink together and Caleb being the warm, bubbly kind of person, he did kind of force his presence onto the gym teacher at times.
Slamming down the shot glass, bottom's up, Caleb shook his head while his features twisted from the bitterness of the alcohol. "Another round, my good lady!" And that was why he was perpetually single. "Actually, a round for all the people over there too!" He nodded in the direction of a smaller group of women and two men who were deep in dramatic conversation, lots of arm waving and hand gestures. He was broke, but if he was going to get drunk, he figured everyone else should too! "Dude, I'm lit. How're we gonna get home?" Cale snorted out a laugh when it dawned on him that they'd probably have to hail a taxi or walk.
