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A pounding on the front door pulled nineteen year-old Jeff Abbot out of a very nice dream about a pretty blond actress from his favorite tv show. He blinked blearily and looked across his shit-hole apartment to see his best friend and roommate, Ryan Krige, sound asleep on the sofa. Not that this was exactly surprising. Just last week, Ryan had slept through an earthquake that had set off every car alarm for six blocks.
“Abbot! Krige!” A shout accompanied the pounding this time.
“Damnit,” Jeff muttered as he rolled off of the air mattress he slept on. “Ryan, wake up.” Jeff crossed to his friend. “Ryan!” He whispered urgently.
Nothing.
With a sigh, Jeff reached out and shook Ryan. “Get up.”
“What time is it?” Ryan's voice was fuzzy. He rolled over, moss green eyes full of sleep.
“Otis wants the rent,” Jeff's words had the desired response.
Ryan bolted upright, the last remnants of slumber gone.
Without a word, the young men scrambled into the first clothes they could find and climbed out of the window. As they made their way down the fire escape to the sidewalk, Jeff tried not to let himself dwell on the fact that he and his best friend were two months behind on rent for their almost condemnable no-bedroom apartment. The only food in the single cupboard was a box of noodles and sleeve of crackers that Ryan had stolen from some girl he'd gone home with a few nights ago. The mini-fridge had a jar of olives that had expired five years ago and a bottle of beer that Jeff had found while working at the thrift store. He wasn't entirely sure that he was going to drink it, but if they didn't get money soon, it might become a real possibility.
“When do you get paid?” Jeff ran a hand through his wheat-colored hair.
“Not until next week,” Ryan glanced at his reflection in a shop window and sighed.