"My man!"
"'lo bro!"
As soon as Jordan got off the bus, he was joined by his ever-faithful shadow, Gus. He was an art major and teammate with a build like a palm tree. His skin was a dark brown, his hair splayed out in messy dreadlocks, and his tank top hung loosely from his lanky frame. He flashed Jordan a knowing smile.
"So, how did it go?" Gus leaned in conspiratorially. "Did you get to wring out a bitch's stick with your clit?"
"Wring out a...?"
"Did you fuck?"
...Right. Last night, the party. With the excitement of exploring new dimensions, Jordan had almost forgotten. He only remembered the details blearily. He schemed to get laid there, but had one mug too many before he got the opportunity.
Come to think of it, whatever entity brought him here seemed to fix the monster hangover he should have.
"No. Wasn't so lucky."
"For shame, for shame. I didn't get any either." Gus lowered his head. "Cant take much more of this. My lower lips are starving, you know what I mean?"
Confirmation. Gus had the same plumbing as Jordan. The two slowly drifted down the colorful stream of students.
"Writing?"
"Yeah." Jordan rolled his eyes. "Fucking waste of time."
"Hey man, least you got plenty of pipes in your class." Gus said. "All I got are gashes and man-meat."
The two friends were carried off down different streams.