Man.

Lucas yawned, rolling out of bed and groaning when he hit the ground. He buried his face in his hands and stretched. He stood up, dusting off his boxers - green tiger print. He looked in the mirror, laughing and giving a little "rawr". He slipped on a t-shirt over his tank top and jeans over his boxers.

"Hmm.. wasn't there a party tonight? Definitely not going." He lit a cigarette and sat down to do his hair. He grabbed his hairspray and went ham on his hair, quickly realizing his cigarette was way too close to the hair spray. He quickly put it out, scrunched out his hair and grinned.

"Smokin' hot." He guffawed.

Lucas sat on the street smoking a cigarette, looking around and running a hand through his hair before tilting his head up at the sky. He had heard Professor Hughey saying he wasn't a real man, that he'd never be. Lucas snorted.

"Fucking idiot. He's just mad he doesn't get bitches like me." He snickered, turning his head toward the direction of rapid footsteps. Squinting, he recognized someone stomping down the street - covered in some fruit punch and alcohol mix.

Lucas' cheeks warmed a few degrees as he offered a small smile and patted the empty space next to him on the sidewalk.

"Hey. Come from the party? Looks like it didn't go so hot, hm?" He took a drag from his cigarette before pulling another from the pack and offering it over.

"Want one? Might calm your nerves?" He grinned a little, noting that they smelled nice despite the party mess.