Snake blinked. He felt good, he felt really good. He needed to burn off all this energy that he was suddenly filled with. He picked up Horst's gym bag and headed for the locker room entrance. Horst had been the last out, and it was locked. Team players have a pass code to enter after hours, came the thought unbidden into Snake's consciousness.
"I don't have a pass code. Not on a team," grumbled Snake.
"Use mine 48297#", said a voice in his head. He punched it in, and the door buzzed open. The voice added, "it's the same as my ATM pin code."
"Thanks," he said rubbing his crotch. Now all he had to do was figure out whether it was Chad or Horst's pin code.
Snake sort of zoned out. He focused only when he noticed the arm shaking his shoulder. He pulled the ear buds out of his ears. He was wearing t-shirt, shorts, socks, gym shoes and off course, his very special jockstrap and cup. He glanced at the iPhone at the end of the ear buds. It must've been Chad's.
"Huh?" He said to the janitor shaking him.
"I said, I've gotta clean the weight room now. You been in here for hours. Why don't you shower and go home?"
"Home?" Snake said uncertainly. He was drenched in sweat. Every muscle in his body ached. He didn't remember changing into workout clothes. He stood from the weight machine, and headed to the locker room. The clock on the iPhone said it was 4:30 am.
It was cold. He shivered in the early morning air. His hair was wet, and he was dressed in his own jeans and leather jacket. He was standing on the doorstep of a strange house. He had just moved the potted forget-me-nots, and retrieved the hidden key. He looked from the key to the door of the expensive house.
He really needed to lie down and sleep.