Andrew decided to pay Anthony a visit. Heck, it had been a while since they last saw each other. Anthony had always been kind of a punk, especially in the way he dressed. He had both of his ears pierced, and had cuts and scars all over his body from skateboarding. He was very tan, and extremely hairy. Not too tall, probably around 5' 4", but weighed about 180, usually sporting short black hair. Not athletically built, but not flabby either, he's kind of caught somewhere inbetween.
Andrew on the other hand was a pretty big dude. He tended to dress rather conservatively, but he did love sports. He was about 6' 2", weighing roughly 260 lbs. He had short spikey blonde hair, and was rather smooth skinned. He was kind of flabby, but no one ever said anything cause he could kill them with one fowl swoop.
When Andrew finally arrived at Anthony's foster family's house, they greeted each other with some excitement. Anthony not caring much for his foster parents didn't bother to introduce Andrew, instead he insisted they get right down to business.
"So let's go downstairs to my room, I want to show you what I was talking about." Anthony said.
"Ok, sounds cool." Andrew responded.
They headed down the steps and into Anthony's room. It was pretty typical, punk rock band posters on the wall, music playing, skateboards about.
"Make yourself comfortable, if your thirsty there is some water in the mini-fridge." Anthony stated.
To be honest, Andrew was feeling rather thirsty, so he grabbed some water and gulped it down. Rather than make him feel better, he began to get woozy.
"Hey Anthony I don't feel so good, I'm starting to..."
Andrew then passed out.